(feat. Kool G. Rap, M.O.P.)
When I write my lyrics, it's like, it's like
I want my shit to be phat
I want people to be able to understand
Yo, Anybody can rhyme, youknowhatimsaying
But it's what you saying that makes a person know about you
Knowhatimsaying, you know the type of person you is
So it's like really,
I'm just more of just
Being a street narrator (aiyo, what up, famo?)
Reefer lit, love hip hop, the niggas got me like the broccoli
Brooklyn baby cooling at a swat meet
Real niggas wanna meet me, ladies wanna eat me
Money clean
Mercedes claim, baby, beat me
Love getting dressed up, sweats and techs
Ride around the hood, good, getting
Gotti respect
Hand is golden, an
OG rolling and holding, yo
Fresh kicks, soft leather, pockets is swollen
Let my jam hit your tape deck, it's straight up, and made up
For every real nigga with his gun on him, hate up
Flying through the city nights, new flights
Blue ice, hundred thousand in a
Nike bag, license
Drug shop,
I'm sorry,
Atari in the
Ferrari Next see the
Lex A Shallah,
La Tam'pa
Eating yo, all of us, scamming niggas
You know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the brown vengos
I have never, giving up on a mission
That's against my honor
Duke let me warn you, my niggas crip up
Them young boys'll run up on you, shoot your whip up
Brooklyn, nigga, beg for your life
And my Staten
Island homeys lay your ass down on
Glaciers of
Ice Sidewalk executives, live the street life consecutive
We built for this, go for your gun
My prospective is, another day in the life, of money and drugs
Big hammers and slugs, can get ugly as ****
From the chest to your man
Danze, ey
Staten Island, said what up, yo, ey
The homey
ODB said what up, though, ey
We got the
Chef on deck as if you didn't know
It's sharp as ****
Wu, that's what up
Pack it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, what up?
Wanna pop, get up, nigga, **** around and get your block hit up
Bring your team and we'll box 'em up
Think M.O.
P. is not what up
It seems I'm a bit late here
Don't worry, these men are all gonna die
See from the side where it slum at, dum at, rum at
Cognac, combat, contact, contrast
Crom's packing out like
Beyonce back
She bang out a song like the
Fonz back
Bigger things, bring the slangs, slicker than the sharpest pen
Nigga here, combat, sweet nigga
Willie T,
Rudy Ray Moore game
Woodgrain all in the board reigns, before rain flooded
Like storm drains, boss man, bundling raw 'caine
Fours bang, neighborhood war games
Get your weight up, you looking anarexic
Posted on the block proper with the hammer vested
Niggas came with empty hands, that's the hand she left with
Thirsty ass with the water and it sounded desperate
Break a white an hour, based it forty grand invested
Live within the third rail, you know the man electric
Niggas was like the third world, until
I handle metrics, that next nigga
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00](feat. Kool G. Rap, M.O.P.) [ Intro: Raekwon]
[00:02.82]When I write my lyrics, it's like, it's like
[00:05.31]I want my shit to be phat
[00:06.63]I want people to be able to understand
[00:08.55]Yo, Anybody can rhyme, youknowhatimsaying
[00:10.11]But it's what you saying that makes a person know about you
[00:13.14]Knowhatimsaying, you know the type of person you is
[00:15.21]So it's like really,
[00:16.20]I'm just more of just
[00:17.61]Being a street narrator (aiyo, what up, famo?) [Raekwon ]
[00:19.80]Reefer lit, love hip hop, the niggas got me like the broccoli
[00:23.10]Brooklyn baby cooling at a swat meet
[00:25.14]Real niggas wanna meet me, ladies wanna eat me
[00:28.08]Money clean
[00:28.68]Mercedes claim, baby, beat me
[00:30.45]Love getting dressed up, sweats and techs
[00:32.82]Ride around the hood, good, getting
[00:34.44]Gotti respect
[00:35.31]Hand is golden, an
[00:36.72]OG rolling and holding, yo
[00:38.37]Fresh kicks, soft leather, pockets is swollen
[00:40.80]Let my jam hit your tape deck, it's straight up, and made up
[00:43.62]For every real nigga with his gun on him, hate up
[00:46.41]Flying through the city nights, new flights
[00:48.81]Blue ice, hundred thousand in a
[00:50.43]Nike bag, license
[00:51.78]Drug shop,
[00:52.47]I'm sorry,
[00:53.31]Atari in the
[00:54.12]Ferrari Next see the
[00:55.44]Lex A Shallah,
[00:56.31]La Tam'pa
[00:57.15]Eating yo, all of us, scamming niggas
[00:59.37]You know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the brown vengos [kung fu sample ]
[01:03.72]I have never, giving up on a mission
[01:06.30]That's against my honor [Lil' Fame ]
[01:07.83]Duke let me warn you, my niggas crip up
[01:10.05]Them young boys'll run up on you, shoot your whip up
[01:12.84]Brooklyn, nigga, beg for your life
[01:14.82]And my Staten
[01:15.54]Island homeys lay your ass down on
[01:17.13]Glaciers of
[01:17.64]Ice Sidewalk executives, live the street life consecutive
[01:21.00]We built for this, go for your gun
[01:22.83]My prospective is, another day in the life, of money and drugs
[01:26.25]Big hammers and slugs, can get ugly as **** [Billy Danze]
[01:28.53]From the chest to your man
[01:29.52]Danze, ey
[01:30.15]Staten Island, said what up, yo, ey
[01:32.37]The homey
[01:32.85]ODB said what up, though, ey
[01:34.71]We got the
[01:35.13]Chef on deck as if you didn't know
[01:37.14]It's sharp as ****
[01:38.70]Wu, that's what up
[01:40.08]Pack it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, what up?
[01:42.81]Wanna pop, get up, nigga, **** around and get your block hit up
[01:46.17]Bring your team and we'll box 'em up
[01:48.00]Think M.O.
[01:48.72]P. is not what up [kung fu sample]
[01:50.49]It seems I'm a bit late here
[01:52.62]Don't worry, these men are all gonna die [Kool G. Rap]
[01:55.47]See from the side where it slum at, dum at, rum at
[01:58.56]Cognac, combat, contact, contrast
[02:01.23]Crom's packing out like
[02:02.37]Beyonce back
[02:03.24]She bang out a song like the
[02:04.47]Fonz back
[02:05.25]Bigger things, bring the slangs, slicker than the sharpest pen
[02:07.83]Nigga here, combat, sweet nigga
[02:09.84]Willie T,
[02:10.50]Rudy Ray Moore game
[02:11.91]Woodgrain all in the board reigns, before rain flooded
[02:14.88]Like storm drains, boss man, bundling raw 'caine
[02:17.79]Fours bang, neighborhood war games
[02:19.89]Get your weight up, you looking anarexic
[02:22.14]Posted on the block proper with the hammer vested
[02:25.08]Niggas came with empty hands, that's the hand she left with
[02:27.48]Thirsty ass with the water and it sounded desperate
[02:30.15]Break a white an hour, based it forty grand invested
[02:32.85]Live within the third rail, you know the man electric
[02:35.52]Niggas was like the third world, until
[02:37.08]I handle metrics, that next nigga
(feat. Kool G. Rap, M.O.P.)
When I write my lyrics, it's like, it's like
I want my shit to be phat
I want people to be able to understand
Yo, Anybody can rhyme, youknowhatimsaying
But it's what you saying that makes a person know about you
Knowhatimsaying, you know the type of person you is
So it's like really,
I'm just more of just
Being a street narrator (aiyo, what up, famo?)
Reefer lit, love hip hop, the niggas got me like the broccoli
Brooklyn baby cooling at a swat meet
Real niggas wanna meet me, ladies wanna eat me
Money clean
Mercedes claim, baby, beat me
Love getting dressed up, sweats and techs
Ride around the hood, good, getting
Gotti respect
Hand is golden, an
OG rolling and holding, yo
Fresh kicks, soft leather, pockets is swollen
Let my jam hit your tape deck, it's straight up, and made up
For every real nigga with his gun on him, hate up
Flying through the city nights, new flights
Blue ice, hundred thousand in a
Nike bag, license
Drug shop,
I'm sorry,
Atari in the
Ferrari Next see the
Lex A Shallah,
La Tam'pa
Eating yo, all of us, scamming niggas
You know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the brown vengos
I have never, giving up on a mission
That's against my honor
Duke let me warn you, my niggas crip up
Them young boys'll run up on you, shoot your whip up
Brooklyn, nigga, beg for your life
And my Staten
Island homeys lay your ass down on
Glaciers of
Ice Sidewalk executives, live the street life consecutive
We built for this, go for your gun
My prospective is, another day in the life, of money and drugs
Big hammers and slugs, can get ugly as ****
From the chest to your man
Danze, ey
Staten Island, said what up, yo, ey
The homey
ODB said what up, though, ey
We got the
Chef on deck as if you didn't know
It's sharp as ****
Wu, that's what up
Pack it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, what up?
Wanna pop, get up, nigga, **** around and get your block hit up
Bring your team and we'll box 'em up
Think M.O.
P. is not what up
It seems I'm a bit late here
Don't worry, these men are all gonna die
See from the side where it slum at, dum at, rum at
Cognac, combat, contact, contrast
Crom's packing out like
Beyonce back
She bang out a song like the
Fonz back
Bigger things, bring the slangs, slicker than the sharpest pen
Nigga here, combat, sweet nigga
Willie T,
Rudy Ray Moore game
Woodgrain all in the board reigns, before rain flooded
Like storm drains, boss man, bundling raw 'caine
Fours bang, neighborhood war games
Get your weight up, you looking anarexic
Posted on the block proper with the hammer vested
Niggas came with empty hands, that's the hand she left with
Thirsty ass with the water and it sounded desperate
Break a white an hour, based it forty grand invested
Live within the third rail, you know the man electric
Niggas was like the third world, until
I handle metrics, that next nigga
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00](feat. Kool G. Rap, M.O.P.) [ Intro: Raekwon]
[00:02.82]When I write my lyrics, it's like, it's like
[00:05.31]I want my shit to be phat
[00:06.63]I want people to be able to understand
[00:08.55]Yo, Anybody can rhyme, youknowhatimsaying
[00:10.11]But it's what you saying that makes a person know about you
[00:13.14]Knowhatimsaying, you know the type of person you is
[00:15.21]So it's like really,
[00:16.20]I'm just more of just
[00:17.61]Being a street narrator (aiyo, what up, famo?) [Raekwon ]
[00:19.80]Reefer lit, love hip hop, the niggas got me like the broccoli
[00:23.10]Brooklyn baby cooling at a swat meet
[00:25.14]Real niggas wanna meet me, ladies wanna eat me
[00:28.08]Money clean
[00:28.68]Mercedes claim, baby, beat me
[00:30.45]Love getting dressed up, sweats and techs
[00:32.82]Ride around the hood, good, getting
[00:34.44]Gotti respect
[00:35.31]Hand is golden, an
[00:36.72]OG rolling and holding, yo
[00:38.37]Fresh kicks, soft leather, pockets is swollen
[00:40.80]Let my jam hit your tape deck, it's straight up, and made up
[00:43.62]For every real nigga with his gun on him, hate up
[00:46.41]Flying through the city nights, new flights
[00:48.81]Blue ice, hundred thousand in a
[00:50.43]Nike bag, license
[00:51.78]Drug shop,
[00:52.47]I'm sorry,
[00:53.31]Atari in the
[00:54.12]Ferrari Next see the
[00:55.44]Lex A Shallah,
[00:56.31]La Tam'pa
[00:57.15]Eating yo, all of us, scamming niggas
[00:59.37]You know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the brown vengos [kung fu sample ]
[01:03.72]I have never, giving up on a mission
[01:06.30]That's against my honor [Lil' Fame ]
[01:07.83]Duke let me warn you, my niggas crip up
[01:10.05]Them young boys'll run up on you, shoot your whip up
[01:12.84]Brooklyn, nigga, beg for your life
[01:14.82]And my Staten
[01:15.54]Island homeys lay your ass down on
[01:17.13]Glaciers of
[01:17.64]Ice Sidewalk executives, live the street life consecutive
[01:21.00]We built for this, go for your gun
[01:22.83]My prospective is, another day in the life, of money and drugs
[01:26.25]Big hammers and slugs, can get ugly as **** [Billy Danze]
[01:28.53]From the chest to your man
[01:29.52]Danze, ey
[01:30.15]Staten Island, said what up, yo, ey
[01:32.37]The homey
[01:32.85]ODB said what up, though, ey
[01:34.71]We got the
[01:35.13]Chef on deck as if you didn't know
[01:37.14]It's sharp as ****
[01:38.70]Wu, that's what up
[01:40.08]Pack it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, what up?
[01:42.81]Wanna pop, get up, nigga, **** around and get your block hit up
[01:46.17]Bring your team and we'll box 'em up
[01:48.00]Think M.O.
[01:48.72]P. is not what up [kung fu sample]
[01:50.49]It seems I'm a bit late here
[01:52.62]Don't worry, these men are all gonna die [Kool G. Rap]
[01:55.47]See from the side where it slum at, dum at, rum at
[01:58.56]Cognac, combat, contact, contrast
[02:01.23]Crom's packing out like
[02:02.37]Beyonce back
[02:03.24]She bang out a song like the
[02:04.47]Fonz back
[02:05.25]Bigger things, bring the slangs, slicker than the sharpest pen
[02:07.83]Nigga here, combat, sweet nigga
[02:09.84]Willie T,
[02:10.50]Rudy Ray Moore game
[02:11.91]Woodgrain all in the board reigns, before rain flooded
[02:14.88]Like storm drains, boss man, bundling raw 'caine
[02:17.79]Fours bang, neighborhood war games
[02:19.89]Get your weight up, you looking anarexic
[02:22.14]Posted on the block proper with the hammer vested
[02:25.08]Niggas came with empty hands, that's the hand she left with
[02:27.48]Thirsty ass with the water and it sounded desperate
[02:30.15]Break a white an hour, based it forty grand invested
[02:32.85]Live within the third rail, you know the man electric
[02:35.52]Niggas was like the third world, until
[02:37.08]I handle metrics, that next nigga