作曲 : Cooper, Cox, Edwards ... You gotta feel this Even if you hate my guts What it takes to come up A & R gettin' taped the ****** up Labels stuck on followin' trends I'm sick of the game It's time for a change Aint no need to pretend Just a team when 'Pac started this thug ************t For the hood Pitchin' is the ****** thangs we get The game so fickle ******z pop ************t with no pistol Only 12 years old I sold nickels Just a young ****** comin' of age I was one of the slaves Til the underground catchin' the train Uptown, comin' back with the cane Long tops and all We Outlawz, go home or go hard Most intense flow From the calmest dude Raw moves have you filled with a bombin' fluid I was born to be a Outlaw My momma knew it Drama, karma I put my momma thru it Damn! [Chorus] Mother****** I dare you Step up to a ****** like me With a name like mine Mother****** I dare you To pass up on a ****** like me Like you ain't got time Mother****** I dare you To think yo family was starvin' A ****** wouldn't rob you blind Mother****** I dare you To give in, gon' get it Cause a ****** stay on his grind Mother****** I dare you [KASTRO] It's me, Kastro King Kash and rusty I'm classy dusty My ****** is husky I shed blood for what I love And thus me Would ratha' die before I let you cowards budge me Naw, I simply won't allow it OG's showed me death before dishonor I ain't doubted When I got grounded by my momma I pouted And when I hit that first shot of Vodka I downed it Now I keep a pistol with me everywhere I go And paranoid and I ain't tryna keep it on the low Just so you know you not ****** with a hoe And I stay open like a corner store Call me corner-stro Please don't get it twisted Why even risk it Play a ****** distance This is, not a warning or a ****** threat I'm all in My money on the table Ya bet [Chorus] [E.D.I] Six million ways to die And many stories in the city That's why when you see me My attitude is ************tty Now I ain't scared of the terrorist But the law my enemy Bush and his homies Got plans for me And ******z with skin color similar to mine It's a catch-22 if you livin' off of crime, and Most of the ******z I know, don' Lost hope Either be rappin' or be sellin' some ****** It's a helluva road It's a hard time for hustla's Deep in the game We reapin' the pain for money And ain't ************t funny So I don't ****** with clowns In any town Im only around those who stay down Get pain now (now) Yeah that's what's sup It's too much money in this game for me to pass it up So cut the check dawg It's so simple Or have ******z like me comin' thru ya window.. window
作曲 : Cooper, Cox, Edwards ... You gotta feel this Even if you hate my guts What it takes to come up A & R gettin' taped the ****** up Labels stuck on followin' trends I'm sick of the game It's time for a change Aint no need to pretend Just a team when 'Pac started this thug ************t For the hood Pitchin' is the ****** thangs we get The game so fickle ******z pop ************t with no pistol Only 12 years old I sold nickels Just a young ****** comin' of age I was one of the slaves Til the underground catchin' the train Uptown, comin' back with the cane Long tops and all We Outlawz, go home or go hard Most intense flow From the calmest dude Raw moves have you filled with a bombin' fluid I was born to be a Outlaw My momma knew it Drama, karma I put my momma thru it Damn! [Chorus] Mother****** I dare you Step up to a ****** like me With a name like mine Mother****** I dare you To pass up on a ****** like me Like you ain't got time Mother****** I dare you To think yo family was starvin' A ****** wouldn't rob you blind Mother****** I dare you To give in, gon' get it Cause a ****** stay on his grind Mother****** I dare you [KASTRO] It's me, Kastro King Kash and rusty I'm classy dusty My ****** is husky I shed blood for what I love And thus me Would ratha' die before I let you cowards budge me Naw, I simply won't allow it OG's showed me death before dishonor I ain't doubted When I got grounded by my momma I pouted And when I hit that first shot of Vodka I downed it Now I keep a pistol with me everywhere I go And paranoid and I ain't tryna keep it on the low Just so you know you not ****** with a hoe And I stay open like a corner store Call me corner-stro Please don't get it twisted Why even risk it Play a ****** distance This is, not a warning or a ****** threat I'm all in My money on the table Ya bet [Chorus] [E.D.I] Six million ways to die And many stories in the city That's why when you see me My attitude is ************tty Now I ain't scared of the terrorist But the law my enemy Bush and his homies Got plans for me And ******z with skin color similar to mine It's a catch-22 if you livin' off of crime, and Most of the ******z I know, don' Lost hope Either be rappin' or be sellin' some ****** It's a helluva road It's a hard time for hustla's Deep in the game We reapin' the pain for money And ain't ************t funny So I don't ****** with clowns In any town Im only around those who stay down Get pain now (now) Yeah that's what's sup It's too much money in this game for me to pass it up So cut the check dawg It's so simple Or have ******z like me comin' thru ya window.. window
