作词 : Tyrone Taylor/Sticky Fingaz/Fred Scruggs 作曲 : Tyrone Taylor/Sticky Fingaz/Fred Scruggs Aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight! Oh no not them, here they come! {Fredro Starr} Balheadz and gunz bloaw! Where you gonna run say: "aaah!" (aaah!) Which way did he go? You don't know You move too slow, boy you blow My style grows on you like hair Where my Queens ******? (we right here!) Is you out there? (yeah!...yeah!) {Sonsee} Just watch us walk this hit and get ill We won't yield, til we hear 50 bill So grab a hold, get a grip, it's time to shake it up For rappers and routines that make bricks {Sticky Fingaz} Amnesia couldn't make me Forget about where I came from And even if I left the slum I'd still be a hoodlum Cause good thingz come to those who take 'em And I'm fed up and filled with so much anxiety I gotta screeaam! (aaah!) To let out all this frustration That's built up inside of me {Chorus} Come on and scream (aah!) And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) Come on and scream (aah!) And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) Come on and scream (aah!) And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) Come on and scream (aah!) And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) {Sonsee} These M.C.'s shoulda rehearse They keep comin' around like auto-reverse For them our ****'s the worst We disperse and then they hurt, but first to cut Then I burst they verse to quench my thirst {Sticky Fingaz} I've had mad money But I spend it, now I'm broke So I'm searching for somebody to put in a choke hold And I can't wait to wrap my bare hands Around they neck, and squeeze Until I ******' strangle 'em to death {Sonsee} Yo, you smell that? {Fredro Starr} Yeah, that's me, I'm the **** I'm in effect like WIC checks And you a TEC without the clip Because my rhyme again, pass me my Heineken Where's the ****? I need it, it's my vitamin So light it then get high Reach for the sky, you won't survive You won't get by, you gotta die Your style is a gimmick and you know that You can't be what we be We Afficial Nastee Niguz {Chorus} Come on and scream (aah!) And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) Come on and scream (aah!) And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) Come on and scream (aah!) And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) Come on and scream (aah!) And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) {Fredro Starr} When I was born I never thought that I could be like that Growing up in the back block Selling crack rocks to black cops I pack, cock Glocks and clock phat knots Nickel and dime, petty crimes Packing plenty nines and knives to stay alive Surviving and getting mine Thoughts of the ghetto minds said **** the books See I'd rather run the street And **** around with the crooks And got bigger and bigger and bigger And bigger and deffer and better This is my bread and butter My brother word to mother {Sonsee} More ****** grab the mics Talking 'bout they gonna set it When all the rhymes you make is fake as synthetics We just dead it, plus your style is old as a relic So burn em up money, cause you gets no credit You want it? Here it go ***** know the Armee Or we gonna be on the straight d-low Banging M.C.'s, so keep it live up in here I swear nothing less We possess your best record buy Most Def, Most Def {Sticky Fingaz} Sticky Fingaz Earn money from mugging on trains Where I grew up in Brooklyn New York Moved to Queens in my teens My pants are busting out the seams With this gun in my jeans, without it I wouldn't have lived this long in my wildest dreams And I'm a star, my spotlight's police high beams {Chorus} Come on and scream (aah!) And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) Come on and scream (aah!) And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) Come on and scream (aah!) And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) Come on and scream (aah!) And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) Afficial Nast keep it on, keep keep it on And ya don't stop All City keep it on, keep keep it on And ya don't stop Armee keep it on, keep keep it on And ya don't stop Onyx keep it on, keep keep it on And ya don't stop
[00:00.000] 作词 : Tyrone Taylor/Sticky Fingaz/Fred Scruggs [00:01.000] 作曲 : Tyrone Taylor/Sticky Fingaz/Fred Scruggs [00:03.383]Aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight! [00:18.521]Oh no not them, here they come! [00:20.692]{Fredro Starr} Balheadz and gunz bloaw! [00:22.178]Where you gonna run say: "aaah!" (aaah!) [00:24.326]Which way did he go? You don't know [00:26.234]You move too slow, boy you blow [00:28.138]My style grows on you like hair [00:30.277]Where my Queens ******? (we right here!) [00:31.472]Is you out there? (yeah!...yeah!) [00:32.603]{Sonsee} Just watch us walk this hit and get ill [00:34.942]We won't yield, til we hear 50 bill [00:37.112]So grab a hold, get a grip, it's time to shake it up [00:39.954]For rappers and routines that make bricks [00:41.548]{Sticky Fingaz} Amnesia couldn't make me [00:42.957]Forget about where I came from [00:44.347]And even if I left the slum I'd still be a hoodlum [00:47.134]Cause good thingz come to those who take 'em [00:49.301]And I'm fed up and filled with so much anxiety [00:51.695]I gotta screeaam! (aaah!) [00:53.856]To let out all this frustration [00:55.299]That's built up inside of me [00:55.965]{Chorus} Come on and scream (aah!) [00:57.545]And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) [01:00.533]Come on and scream (aah!) [01:02.243]And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) [01:05.296]Come on and scream (aah!) [01:07.069]And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) [01:10.099]Come on and scream (aah!) [01:11.914]And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) [01:14.858]{Sonsee} These M.C.'s shoulda rehearse [01:16.727]They keep comin' around like auto-reverse [01:18.885]For them our ****'s the worst [01:20.149]We disperse and then they hurt, but first to cut [01:22.971]Then I burst they verse to quench my thirst [01:24.640]{Sticky Fingaz} I've had mad money [01:25.483]But I spend it, now I'm broke [01:27.248]So I'm searching for somebody to put in a choke hold [01:29.875]And I can't wait to wrap my bare hands [01:31.349]Around they neck, and squeeze [01:32.780]Until I ******' strangle 'em to death [01:34.396]{Sonsee} Yo, you smell that? [01:35.359]{Fredro Starr} Yeah, that's me, I'm the **** [01:36.828]I'm in effect like WIC checks [01:38.025]And you a TEC without the clip [01:39.567]Because my rhyme again, pass me my Heineken [01:41.944]Where's the ****? I need it, it's my vitamin [01:44.161]So light it then get high [01:45.454]Reach for the sky, you won't survive [01:47.121]You won't get by, you gotta die [01:48.843]Your style is a gimmick and you know that [01:50.668]You can't be what we be [01:52.234]We Afficial Nastee Niguz [01:53.021]{Chorus} Come on and scream (aah!) [01:54.591]And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) [01:57.670]Come on and scream (aah!) [01:59.387]And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) [02:02.352]Come on and scream (aah!) [02:04.120]And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) [02:07.132]Come on and scream (aah!) [02:08.913]And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) [02:12.276]{Fredro Starr} When I was born [02:12.901]I never thought that I could be like that [02:14.889]Growing up in the back block [02:16.216]Selling crack rocks to black cops [02:17.872]I pack, cock Glocks and clock phat knots [02:19.973]Nickel and dime, petty crimes [02:21.316]Packing plenty nines and knives to stay alive [02:23.330]Surviving and getting mine [02:24.657]Thoughts of the ghetto minds said **** the books [02:26.764]See I'd rather run the street [02:27.801]And **** around with the crooks [02:29.038]And got bigger and bigger and bigger [02:30.603]And bigger and deffer and better [02:31.942]This is my bread and butter [02:33.069]My brother word to mother [02:34.091]{Sonsee} More ****** grab the mics [02:35.138]Talking 'bout they gonna set it [02:36.383]When all the rhymes you make is fake as synthetics [02:38.783]We just dead it, plus your style is old as a relic [02:41.073]So burn em up money, cause you gets no credit [02:43.525]You want it? Here it go [02:44.621]***** know the Armee [02:45.706]Or we gonna be on the straight d-low [02:47.242]Banging M.C.'s, so keep it live up in here [02:49.480]I swear nothing less [02:50.550]We possess your best record buy [02:52.298]Most Def, Most Def [02:52.961]{Sticky Fingaz} Sticky Fingaz [02:53.721]Earn money from mugging on trains [02:55.199]Where I grew up in Brooklyn New York [02:56.492]Moved to Queens in my teens [02:57.560]My pants are busting out the seams [02:58.924]With this gun in my jeans, without it [03:00.336]I wouldn't have lived this long in my wildest dreams [03:02.192]And I'm a star, my spotlight's police high beams [03:04.262]{Chorus} Come on and scream (aah!) [03:05.979]And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) [03:08.983]Come on and scream (aah!) [03:10.721]And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) [03:13.651]Come on and scream (aah!) [03:15.539]And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) [03:18.508]Come on and scream (aah!) [03:20.245]And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!) [03:28.257]Afficial Nast keep it on, keep keep it on [03:31.812]And ya don't stop [03:33.514]All City keep it on, keep keep it on [03:36.579]And ya don't stop [03:38.062]Armee keep it on, keep keep it on [03:41.383]And ya don't stop [03:42.817]Onyx keep it on, keep keep it on [03:46.069]And ya don't stop
