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  • 作词 : Armstrong, Dean, Johnson ...
    Picture me broke and disgusted, livin like a ****** bum
    Raggedy clothes, not knowin where my next meal comin from
    I want the american dream like dusty rolls
    Got my eyes on paper, ****** these musty hoes
    Foes die slower than an aids patient
    To a tombstone my enemies lead chasin
    The police wanna see me in an early grave
    But i ain't trippin on em mutha****** pearly gates
    Ways to get a ****** 'fore he get me
    Always keep my 'stola with me
    Never beg for my life if they mutha****** hit me
    Face, are you with me? (hell yeah)
    The d.e.a. tryin to put me in a jail cell
    (hell yeah) but i refuse to be locked up
    (hell yeah) give me a quart of ki rocked up
    (hell yeah) money and murder, that's my motto
    I take my chances in the ghetto, ****** the lotto
    [ chorus: scarface ]
    I live my life for the moment, ****** tomorrow
    Still kill, beg, borrow
    Money is power
    Rocks is powder
    Glock in trousers
    Block is ours
    Sold flour
    Hood sours
    Crime towers
    Scream louder
    [ verse 2: scarface ]
    Bein broke got a mutha******a focused on the wrong things
    Livin illegal, armorin the regal with gold danes
    Twistin mutha******as up, killin em even quicker
    ******s on a suicidal mission to get the scrilla
    Anybody peeler, i'm still a homicidal killer
    Mob with gorillas, servin the fiends smokin chillers
    And i'm - so high - that i - can touch the sky
    Above the fallin rain
    Let me explain, in these streets no pain
    Murder your partner if he crosses you, ******, do your thing
    It's a struggle for position in this cold dark world
    Survival of the realest geto boys and girls
    So what you waitin on, get your mutha****** ranks
    And your mutha****** bank, serve your mutha****** hank
    And your dank, i don't think the sun don't ******ne
    In 1999 - so grind
    Ain't no sense in dyin without a dime
    Listen to the mutha****** rhymes
    [ chorus ]
    [ verse 3: willie d ]
    Day dark, walk through the valley of the shadow of death
    I fear nothin
    We all gotta die of somethin
    Don't blame me if i capitalize
    Give me the **** and lock me up if i happen to rise
    Despise any human that ain't a substance to my lifestyle
    Put me out my mysery, i might smile
    Why plan the future when everyday there's a new opponent
    I'm livin for the mutha****** moment, dmg, get on it
    [ verse 4: dmg ]
    Well i, ******, i come to ride
    Down for the southside
    Drive by your community
    I'm doin him, we bombin
    Droppin on your mutha****** squadron
    Heartless, bring these mutha******as rigor mortis
    For the moment, ??? bonin, who want this?
    Come on and let me know you really, really want it
    I'm here, now for life, straight up and down, mangler
    ??? strangler, hang you up
    ******s get smoked like herb
    Inner cities to suburbs
    Word em up, ****** em up, tired of bein flat
    With nothin but these clothes on my back
    (no scratch) ****** that with the middle finger
    I'm tryin to turn my grass greener
    And fertilize my pocket size - for the moment
    [ chorus ]
  • 作词 : Armstrong, Dean, Johnson ...
    Picture me broke and disgusted, livin like a ****** bum
    Raggedy clothes, not knowin where my next meal comin from
    I want the american dream like dusty rolls
    Got my eyes on paper, ****** these musty hoes
    Foes die slower than an aids patient
    To a tombstone my enemies lead chasin
    The police wanna see me in an early grave
    But i ain't trippin on em mutha****** pearly gates
    Ways to get a ****** 'fore he get me
    Always keep my 'stola with me
    Never beg for my life if they mutha****** hit me
    Face, are you with me? (hell yeah)
    The d.e.a. tryin to put me in a jail cell
    (hell yeah) but i refuse to be locked up
    (hell yeah) give me a quart of ki rocked up
    (hell yeah) money and murder, that's my motto
    I take my chances in the ghetto, ****** the lotto
    [ chorus: scarface ]
    I live my life for the moment, ****** tomorrow
    Still kill, beg, borrow
    Money is power
    Rocks is powder
    Glock in trousers
    Block is ours
    Sold flour
    Hood sours
    Crime towers
    Scream louder
    [ verse 2: scarface ]
    Bein broke got a mutha******a focused on the wrong things
    Livin illegal, armorin the regal with gold danes
    Twistin mutha******as up, killin em even quicker
    ******s on a suicidal mission to get the scrilla
    Anybody peeler, i'm still a homicidal killer
    Mob with gorillas, servin the fiends smokin chillers
    And i'm - so high - that i - can touch the sky
    Above the fallin rain
    Let me explain, in these streets no pain
    Murder your partner if he crosses you, ******, do your thing
    It's a struggle for position in this cold dark world
    Survival of the realest geto boys and girls
    So what you waitin on, get your mutha****** ranks
    And your mutha****** bank, serve your mutha****** hank
    And your dank, i don't think the sun don't ******ne
    In 1999 - so grind
    Ain't no sense in dyin without a dime
    Listen to the mutha****** rhymes
    [ chorus ]
    [ verse 3: willie d ]
    Day dark, walk through the valley of the shadow of death
    I fear nothin
    We all gotta die of somethin
    Don't blame me if i capitalize
    Give me the **** and lock me up if i happen to rise
    Despise any human that ain't a substance to my lifestyle
    Put me out my mysery, i might smile
    Why plan the future when everyday there's a new opponent
    I'm livin for the mutha****** moment, dmg, get on it
    [ verse 4: dmg ]
    Well i, ******, i come to ride
    Down for the southside
    Drive by your community
    I'm doin him, we bombin
    Droppin on your mutha****** squadron
    Heartless, bring these mutha******as rigor mortis
    For the moment, ??? bonin, who want this?
    Come on and let me know you really, really want it
    I'm here, now for life, straight up and down, mangler
    ??? strangler, hang you up
    ******s get smoked like herb
    Inner cities to suburbs
    Word em up, ****** em up, tired of bein flat
    With nothin but these clothes on my back
    (no scratch) ****** that with the middle finger
    I'm tryin to turn my grass greener
    And fertilize my pocket size - for the moment
    [ chorus ]