作曲 : R.B.L. Posse
(Black C)
Sorta like a psycho, a nigga just might go
Spray the whole town 'cause a nigga is a schizo
Little freaky deetch try to say a nigga mean
But I'm sprayin punk ass with my Uzi machine
(What you gonna do that shit fo?), lay your punk ass on the floor
So you wanna be captain save a hoe?
Rat-a-tat rat-a-rat rat-a-tat-tat
If l could get my mother****ing mac
Or my deuce deuce, mother****ing call it what you want to
(I call my shit a gun), well I call my shit the make-room
Motha****a Motha****a motha ****a pretty soon
Since you're on my ****ing dick
why don't you drop to your ****ing knees
Bow wow wow yipee yo yipee yipee yeah
Bark like a dog and just make my mother****ing day, b***h
Ya ****ing wit the wrong one, psycho ass lunatic
***** that is all wrong
B-L-A-C-K-C, my mother****ing name
I put up the deuce deuce so pull out my 12 gauge
Boom boom boom I watch the nigga head fall off
Then I hit the cuts with my mother****ing sawed off
Duck while the body rot, nigga still on the plot
But next time, I use my mother****ing Glock
(chorus)
To the old school niggas where I'm known the most
Hunter's Point, give it up smooth
Knick knack paddy wack, give a nigga a crack sack
While I'm up in the cuts, blowin off niggas' backs
But it ain't no thang, my nigga in the shit game
And I gotta ride, kill, and maintain my mother****ing biz wax
A nigga's fin to get tax, a nigga goin mad, they call me mad max
A mother****ing rebel (a crazy ass basket)
Punk motha****a just call me Charles Manson
Tear it off bro, (man wit the funk flow, give it up smooth)
Is my mother****ing moto
But I see the blue and white suits wanna get me
And I'm not goin out like my boy Tony T
Bring em on bring em on bring em, I'm fin to hit the cuts and I'm
feelin shake and bake em
Tippy tippy toe to my mother****ing back door
I'm fin to straight chill wit a fat sack of indo
B***h gimme some mother****ing zig zags ho
Now I got my zig zags, 40 ounce and watchin mad
Shoes all muddy, and pants filled wit green grass
But I'm not trippin, a nigga gotta kill time
Went to the closet, and pulled out my 9
Stepped went crept to the mother****ing window
The gun in the right hand, the left one indo
But the course is clear I'm fin to take a chill pill
**** that shit gimme a break down before I get ill
Chorus
I'm startin off my last verse, five niggas in a herse
****in wit me should've checked his ****in head first
I pulled out the U to the Z to the I
Punk motha****as weren't prepared for the homicide
Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat same damn thing
Got four in the head and one in the ****ing layin
And if they didn't know me right now
Then they'll never ever ever ever know me
(Mr.Cee)
So you should've be listenin from the get go
'cause the villian on the under is about to flow
I'm a nigga that moves in silence
And I get a head rush in the midst of violence
A lot of people don't think highly
The reason 'cause I'm a product of a violent society
And that's the why the shit goes
Why go to a wholesale when I can jack you for your gold
And it don't matter if you're ten pounds bigger
You'll just fall harder when I pull this trigger
Yeah there's a lesson to be learned
But no one took notes, so niggas get burned
Chorus
[00:00.00] 作曲 : R.B.L. Posse
[00:00.00](Black C)
[00:18.69]Sorta like a psycho, a nigga just might go
[00:21.03]Spray the whole town 'cause a nigga is a schizo
[00:23.37]Little freaky deetch try to say a nigga mean
[00:25.53]But I'm sprayin punk ass with my Uzi machine
[00:27.93](What you gonna do that shit fo?), lay your punk ass on the floor
[00:31.38]So you wanna be captain save a hoe?
[00:33.42]Rat-a-tat rat-a-rat rat-a-tat-tat
[00:35.46]If l could get my mother****ing mac
[00:37.83]Or my deuce deuce, mother****ing call it what you want to
[00:40.38](I call my shit a gun), well I call my shit the make-room
[00:43.74]Motha****a Motha****a motha ****a pretty soon
[00:45.03]Since you're on my ****ing dick
[00:45.99]why don't you drop to your ****ing knees
[00:47.49]Bow wow wow yipee yo yipee yipee yeah
[00:49.86]Bark like a dog and just make my mother****ing day, b***h
[00:52.62]Ya ****ing wit the wrong one, psycho ass lunatic
[00:55.08]***** that is all wrong
[00:56.31]B-L-A-C-K-C, my mother****ing name
[00:58.53]I put up the deuce deuce so pull out my 12 gauge
[01:00.99]Boom boom boom I watch the nigga head fall off
[01:03.36]Then I hit the cuts with my mother****ing sawed off
[01:05.82]Duck while the body rot, nigga still on the plot
[01:08.04]But next time, I use my mother****ing Glock
[01:10.50](chorus)
[01:15.36]To the old school niggas where I'm known the most
[01:23.01]Hunter's Point, give it up smooth
[01:29.16]Knick knack paddy wack, give a nigga a crack sack
[01:31.47]While I'm up in the cuts, blowin off niggas' backs
[01:33.84]But it ain't no thang, my nigga in the shit game
[01:36.24]And I gotta ride, kill, and maintain my mother****ing biz wax
[01:39.63]A nigga's fin to get tax, a nigga goin mad, they call me mad max
[01:43.14]A mother****ing rebel (a crazy ass basket)
[01:45.54]Punk motha****a just call me Charles Manson
[01:47.85]Tear it off bro, (man wit the funk flow, give it up smooth)
[01:51.21]Is my mother****ing moto
[01:52.59]But I see the blue and white suits wanna get me
[01:55.02]And I'm not goin out like my boy Tony T
[01:57.21]Bring em on bring em on bring em, I'm fin to hit the cuts and I'm
[02:00.78]feelin shake and bake em
[02:01.92]Tippy tippy toe to my mother****ing back door
[02:04.23]I'm fin to straight chill wit a fat sack of indo
[02:06.78]B***h gimme some mother****ing zig zags ho
[02:09.03]Now I got my zig zags, 40 ounce and watchin mad
[02:11.31]Shoes all muddy, and pants filled wit green grass
[02:13.71]But I'm not trippin, a nigga gotta kill time
[02:16.08]Went to the closet, and pulled out my 9
[02:18.30]Stepped went crept to the mother****ing window
[02:20.61]The gun in the right hand, the left one indo
[02:23.04]But the course is clear I'm fin to take a chill pill
[02:25.38]**** that shit gimme a break down before I get ill
[02:35.73]Chorus
[02:46.35]I'm startin off my last verse, five niggas in a herse
[02:49.11]****in wit me should've checked his ****in head first
[02:51.15]I pulled out the U to the Z to the I
[02:53.37]Punk motha****as weren't prepared for the homicide
[02:55.95]Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat same damn thing
[02:57.99]Got four in the head and one in the ****ing layin
[03:01.08]And if they didn't know me right now
[03:03.09]Then they'll never ever ever ever know me
[03:05.40](Mr.Cee)
[03:05.64]So you should've be listenin from the get go
[03:07.86]'cause the villian on the under is about to flow
[03:10.29]I'm a nigga that moves in silence
[03:12.33]And I get a head rush in the midst of violence
[03:15.15]A lot of people don't think highly
[03:17.34]The reason 'cause I'm a product of a violent society
[03:20.04]And that's the why the shit goes
[03:21.66]Why go to a wholesale when I can jack you for your gold
[03:24.57]And it don't matter if you're ten pounds bigger
[03:26.82]You'll just fall harder when I pull this trigger
[03:29.37]Yeah there's a lesson to be learned
[03:31.41]But no one took notes, so niggas get burned
[03:42.60]Chorus