作词 : C. Thompson/Jamaal Barrow/D. Porter/L. Laurie/T. Etlinger/R. Williams
作曲 : C. Thompson/Jamaal Barrow/D. Porter/L. Laurie/T. Etlinger/R. Williams
Lets get it clear,
Brooklyn,
VietnamYo yo, live from the seven-one-eight y'all
Lay down *****
It's the ill
Na NaCut ya **** off put it in ya mouth y'all understand?
Ride with me as
I race through ya hood
Give me a fifth that'll bang and a jury that'll hang
Pants saggin' in that
Bentley wagon
Ayo that's my *****
Yacht if the mink is saggin'
Since a youth
I flipped, on some ruthless shit
Had a thing for rings, bling,
Coupes and shit
Some' bout watchin'
Montana come up outta
HavanaAnd rule this world made me wanna grab my hammer
F****n' with the
Cheddar Boys
Some hustler flip girls instead of boys
Keep filthy laweys, for when the
Fed's annoy us
We keep this shit gangsta ***** from verse to chorus
And the Street
Lords and truly yours
Drive Modena
Spiders and big exhaust
Bleed for the streets love the war
My nose bleeds for weeks
I love the raw
Puncture ****** when
I comfort ******
Motor City to
Brooklyn,
************ it's on till my flesh is gone
And even then
I live on in gangsta form
What you know about that?
Macs and cash ***** how you love that?
What you know about that?
Doin' it up, livin' it up, ***** what?
What you know about that?
The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed ***** what it is
What you know about that?
Yacht, Cheddar
Boys, Streets
Lords, truly yours
It's the "Godfather Buried Alive"
Ayo Po it's the ill
Na Na stuntin' in 5.0
Went to Brooklyn with the
Rugers out
In Flatbush and
I keeps the
Kiki poppin' off when the goons is out
Y'all got a muthaf****n' problem when my dude get out
Dutty Ay bust a shot for
Shyne get the
Guinness Stout
That's my word
I got the
Berken pulled over up on
ParksideAnd
Nostrand in the butter scotch
RoverI'm ah bad gal style like
I'm 'posta
Got his comrades in
Clinton bustin' nuts on my poster
Phone check!
********** hit the yard up
Comm stop
Mid-State
Brooklyn ****** squad up
I'm hot steppin' in the pink
Staline Seven
I'ma stunt till big tell me there's a ghetto up in heaven
See through ****** take they time like a man
We don't snitch we don't sing on the stand but y'all don't hear me
What you know about that?
Macs and cash ***** how you love that?
What you know about that?
Doin' it up, livin' it up, ***** what?
What you know about that?
The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed ***** what it is
What you know about that?
Yacht, Cheddar
Boys, Streets
Lords, truly yours
Money, cars, guns, hoes
Sniff some blow and
I'm good to go
Eagle inflated
Federal Bureau
Investigated
Most hated ***** read the affidavit
Uh, racin' loud pipes
Big f****n' exhausts burnin' the turnpike
My game so tight
I arouse dikes
You punk rappers should payin' me publis*in' the way you write
And be samplin' my life, every line in your rhyme
Sound like you wanna be
Shyne, and
I don't blame ya
Who wouldn't?
Young ***** catchin' charges
Continental
T's parked in garages,
Menages, odds is
I'm the best spittin' it, *****
I'm gettin' it
I admit it
I was watchin'
New Jack City
And f****n' with,
Uncle Paul got me dying to ball
Everythin'
I talk about
I live itAll you hear these rappers rap about
I really did it
I was designed to hold nines, and grind
Step out of line put you in that white line
Rearrange ya brain ain't nothin' change
You know the game jet planes and c*****e
And what I say might be held against me
I don't wanna talk,
I'm the hottest ***** in
New YorkWhat you know about that?
Macs and cash ***** how you love that?
What you know about that?
Doin' it up, livin' it up, ***** what?
What you know about that?
The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed ***** what it is
What you know about that?
Yacht, Cheddar
Boys, Streets
Lords, truly yours
作词 : C. Thompson/Jamaal Barrow/D. Porter/L. Laurie/T. Etlinger/R. Williams
作曲 : C. Thompson/Jamaal Barrow/D. Porter/L. Laurie/T. Etlinger/R. Williams
Lets get it clear,
Brooklyn,
VietnamYo yo, live from the seven-one-eight y'all
Lay down *****
It's the ill
Na NaCut ya **** off put it in ya mouth y'all understand?
Ride with me as
I race through ya hood
Give me a fifth that'll bang and a jury that'll hang
Pants saggin' in that
Bentley wagon
Ayo that's my *****
Yacht if the mink is saggin'
Since a youth
I flipped, on some ruthless shit
Had a thing for rings, bling,
Coupes and shit
Some' bout watchin'
Montana come up outta
HavanaAnd rule this world made me wanna grab my hammer
F****n' with the
Cheddar Boys
Some hustler flip girls instead of boys
Keep filthy laweys, for when the
Fed's annoy us
We keep this shit gangsta ***** from verse to chorus
And the Street
Lords and truly yours
Drive Modena
Spiders and big exhaust
Bleed for the streets love the war
My nose bleeds for weeks
I love the raw
Puncture ****** when
I comfort ******
Motor City to
Brooklyn,
************ it's on till my flesh is gone
And even then
I live on in gangsta form
What you know about that?
Macs and cash ***** how you love that?
What you know about that?
Doin' it up, livin' it up, ***** what?
What you know about that?
The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed ***** what it is
What you know about that?
Yacht, Cheddar
Boys, Streets
Lords, truly yours
It's the "Godfather Buried Alive"
Ayo Po it's the ill
Na Na stuntin' in 5.0
Went to Brooklyn with the
Rugers out
In Flatbush and
I keeps the
Kiki poppin' off when the goons is out
Y'all got a muthaf****n' problem when my dude get out
Dutty Ay bust a shot for
Shyne get the
Guinness Stout
That's my word
I got the
Berken pulled over up on
ParksideAnd
Nostrand in the butter scotch
RoverI'm ah bad gal style like
I'm 'posta
Got his comrades in
Clinton bustin' nuts on my poster
Phone check!
********** hit the yard up
Comm stop
Mid-State
Brooklyn ****** squad up
I'm hot steppin' in the pink
Staline Seven
I'ma stunt till big tell me there's a ghetto up in heaven
See through ****** take they time like a man
We don't snitch we don't sing on the stand but y'all don't hear me
What you know about that?
Macs and cash ***** how you love that?
What you know about that?
Doin' it up, livin' it up, ***** what?
What you know about that?
The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed ***** what it is
What you know about that?
Yacht, Cheddar
Boys, Streets
Lords, truly yours
Money, cars, guns, hoes
Sniff some blow and
I'm good to go
Eagle inflated
Federal Bureau
Investigated
Most hated ***** read the affidavit
Uh, racin' loud pipes
Big f****n' exhausts burnin' the turnpike
My game so tight
I arouse dikes
You punk rappers should payin' me publis*in' the way you write
And be samplin' my life, every line in your rhyme
Sound like you wanna be
Shyne, and
I don't blame ya
Who wouldn't?
Young ***** catchin' charges
Continental
T's parked in garages,
Menages, odds is
I'm the best spittin' it, *****
I'm gettin' it
I admit it
I was watchin'
New Jack City
And f****n' with,
Uncle Paul got me dying to ball
Everythin'
I talk about
I live itAll you hear these rappers rap about
I really did it
I was designed to hold nines, and grind
Step out of line put you in that white line
Rearrange ya brain ain't nothin' change
You know the game jet planes and c*****e
And what I say might be held against me
I don't wanna talk,
I'm the hottest ***** in
New YorkWhat you know about that?
Macs and cash ***** how you love that?
What you know about that?
Doin' it up, livin' it up, ***** what?
What you know about that?
The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed ***** what it is
What you know about that?
Yacht, Cheddar
Boys, Streets
Lords, truly yours