作词 : Marvin Gaye/Malik Cox/Leon Lorick/Pat Viala 作曲 : Marvin Gaye/Malik Cox/Leon Lorick/Pat Viala Yo, yo, yo, yo, aiyyo Who sleeping on Bleek, wake his ass up I'm a show em all the money And the ass I pass upHow I'm N.Y. deep Who snitched to N.Y.P.(New York Police) You ******* been dropping D's(Dimes) Since 86 striped LeesDial 9-1 tips When I spit one clip Supposed to be killing ****** But ain't really done s*it I'm locoTote the 4-4 Smoke L's with duck doors Drow flowBlow the smoke slow And holler **** hoes It's cash and money Nines grab the green **** exactly One shot lives and DaiquirisMy gat be stashed in the dash Mixed herbs and hash On a cruise for cash I might bruise some cats Spit 2 at you dudes that act Like you can't be touched Front and lose your cap I incinerate guns after bodies I caught son Never on the run stack mail by the tons son Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, s*it Hoes clothes to whips Act up and get hit Give a **** who you with We them ****** coming through Locking down your strips Some real ****** that walk around With guns on their hips Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, s*it Hoes clothes to whips Act up and get hit Give a **** who you with We them ****** coming through Locking down your strips Some real ****** that walk around With guns on their hips I live my life now like none of y'all fagots You keep fronting like that I'm gone let one of y'all have it I keep the fours drawn When I wake up the war's on For the bread, butter and chips S*it, I go to war for em Tinted my whip now These cops ride **** now Money spend now I move work through my pen pal ****** hate Bleek'Cause I live through this s*it You ****** keep hating' Cause I could deal with this s*it I'm a street individual Sold it all criminal **** just a minimum I'm a MP emblem Rock syndicate and flips in the block You call it I lick a shot I'm street wise Went up on my caps in size Who getting money over here contact these guys Let em know I set up shop to trey eight the block With 3 ******, 1 gun and a buck 50 to shop Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, s*it Hoes clothes to whips Act up and get hit Give a **** who you with We them ****** coming through Locking down your strips Some real ****** that walk around With guns on their hips Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, s*it Hoes clothes to whips Act up and get hit Give a **** who you with We them ****** coming through Locking down your strips Some real ****** that walk around With guns on their hips
作词 : Marvin Gaye/Malik Cox/Leon Lorick/Pat Viala 作曲 : Marvin Gaye/Malik Cox/Leon Lorick/Pat Viala Yo, yo, yo, yo, aiyyo Who sleeping on Bleek, wake his ass up I'm a show em all the money And the ass I pass upHow I'm N.Y. deep Who snitched to N.Y.P.(New York Police) You ******* been dropping D's(Dimes) Since 86 striped LeesDial 9-1 tips When I spit one clip Supposed to be killing ****** But ain't really done s*it I'm locoTote the 4-4 Smoke L's with duck doors Drow flowBlow the smoke slow And holler **** hoes It's cash and money Nines grab the green **** exactly One shot lives and DaiquirisMy gat be stashed in the dash Mixed herbs and hash On a cruise for cash I might bruise some cats Spit 2 at you dudes that act Like you can't be touched Front and lose your cap I incinerate guns after bodies I caught son Never on the run stack mail by the tons son Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, s*it Hoes clothes to whips Act up and get hit Give a **** who you with We them ****** coming through Locking down your strips Some real ****** that walk around With guns on their hips Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, s*it Hoes clothes to whips Act up and get hit Give a **** who you with We them ****** coming through Locking down your strips Some real ****** that walk around With guns on their hips I live my life now like none of y'all fagots You keep fronting like that I'm gone let one of y'all have it I keep the fours drawn When I wake up the war's on For the bread, butter and chips S*it, I go to war for em Tinted my whip now These cops ride **** now Money spend now I move work through my pen pal ****** hate Bleek'Cause I live through this s*it You ****** keep hating' Cause I could deal with this s*it I'm a street individual Sold it all criminal **** just a minimum I'm a MP emblem Rock syndicate and flips in the block You call it I lick a shot I'm street wise Went up on my caps in size Who getting money over here contact these guys Let em know I set up shop to trey eight the block With 3 ******, 1 gun and a buck 50 to shop Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, s*it Hoes clothes to whips Act up and get hit Give a **** who you with We them ****** coming through Locking down your strips Some real ****** that walk around With guns on their hips Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, s*it Hoes clothes to whips Act up and get hit Give a **** who you with We them ****** coming through Locking down your strips Some real ****** that walk around With guns on their hips
