作曲 : Barrow, Etlinger, Laurie ... Lets get it clear, Brooklyn, VietnamYo yo, live from the seven-one-eight y'all Lay down ***** It's the ill Na NaCut ya **** off put it in ya mouth y'all understand? Ride with me as I race through ya hood Give me a fifth that'll bang and a jury that'll hang Pants saggin' in that Bentley wagon Ayo that's my ***** Yacht if the mink is saggin' Since a youth I flipped, on some ruthless s*it Had a thing for rings, bling, Coupes and s*it Some' bout watchin' Montana come up outta HavanaAnd rule this world made me wanna grab my hammer F****n' with the Cheddar Boys Some hustler flip girls instead of boys Keep filthy laweys, for when the Fed's annoy us We keep this s*it gangsta ***** from verse to chorus And the Street Lords and truly yours Drive Modena Spiders and big exhaust Bleed for the streets love the war My nose bleeds for weeks I love the raw Puncture ****** when I comfort ****** Motor City to Brooklyn, ************ it's on till my flesh is gone And even then I live on in gangsta form What you know about that? Macs and cash ***** how you love that? What you know about that? Doin' it up, livin' it up, ***** what? What you know about that? The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed ***** what it is What you know about that? Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours It's the "Godfather Buried Alive" Ayo Po it's the ill Na Na stuntin' in 5.0 Went to Brooklyn with the Rugers out In Flatbush and I keeps the Kiki poppin' off when the goons is out Y'all got a muthaf****n' problem when my dude get out Dutty Ay bust a shot for Shyne get the Guinness Stout That's my word I got the Berken pulled over up on ParksideAnd Nostrand in the butter scotch RoverI'm ah bad gal style like I'm 'posta Got his comrades in Clinton bustin' nuts on my poster Phone check! ********** hit the yard up Comm stop Mid-State Brooklyn ****** squad up I'm hot steppin' in the pink Staline Seven I'ma stunt till big tell me there's a ghetto up in heaven See through ****** take they time like a man We don't snitch we don't sing on the stand but y'all don't hear me What you know about that? Macs and cash ***** how you love that? What you know about that? Doin' it up, livin' it up, ***** what? What you know about that? The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed ***** what it is What you know about that? Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours Money, cars, guns, hoes Sniff some blow and I'm good to go Eagle inflated Federal Bureau Investigated Most hated ***** read the affidavit Uh, racin' loud pipes Big f****n' exhausts burnin' the turnpike My game so tight I arouse dikes You punk rappers should payin' me publis*in' the way you write And be samplin' my life, every line in your rhyme Sound like you wanna be Shyne, and I don't blame ya Who wouldn't? Young ***** catchin' charges Continental T's parked in garages, Menages, odds is I'm the best spittin' it, ***** I'm gettin' it I admit it I was watchin' New Jack City And f****n' with, Uncle Paul got me dying to ball Everythin' I talk about I live itAll you hear these rappers rap about I really did it I was designed to hold nines, and grind Step out of line put you in that white line Rearrange ya brain ain't nothin' change You know the game jet planes and c*****e And what I say might be held against me I don't wanna talk, I'm the hottest ***** in New YorkWhat you know about that? Macs and cash ***** how you love that? What you know about that? Doin' it up, livin' it up, ***** what? What you know about that? The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed ***** what it is What you know about that? Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours
作曲 : Barrow, Etlinger, Laurie ... Lets get it clear, Brooklyn, VietnamYo yo, live from the seven-one-eight y'all Lay down ***** It's the ill Na NaCut ya **** off put it in ya mouth y'all understand? Ride with me as I race through ya hood Give me a fifth that'll bang and a jury that'll hang Pants saggin' in that Bentley wagon Ayo that's my ***** Yacht if the mink is saggin' Since a youth I flipped, on some ruthless s*it Had a thing for rings, bling, Coupes and s*it Some' bout watchin' Montana come up outta HavanaAnd rule this world made me wanna grab my hammer F****n' with the Cheddar Boys Some hustler flip girls instead of boys Keep filthy laweys, for when the Fed's annoy us We keep this s*it gangsta ***** from verse to chorus And the Street Lords and truly yours Drive Modena Spiders and big exhaust Bleed for the streets love the war My nose bleeds for weeks I love the raw Puncture ****** when I comfort ****** Motor City to Brooklyn, ************ it's on till my flesh is gone And even then I live on in gangsta form What you know about that? Macs and cash ***** how you love that? What you know about that? Doin' it up, livin' it up, ***** what? What you know about that? The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed ***** what it is What you know about that? Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours It's the "Godfather Buried Alive" Ayo Po it's the ill Na Na stuntin' in 5.0 Went to Brooklyn with the Rugers out In Flatbush and I keeps the Kiki poppin' off when the goons is out Y'all got a muthaf****n' problem when my dude get out Dutty Ay bust a shot for Shyne get the Guinness Stout That's my word I got the Berken pulled over up on ParksideAnd Nostrand in the butter scotch RoverI'm ah bad gal style like I'm 'posta Got his comrades in Clinton bustin' nuts on my poster Phone check! ********** hit the yard up Comm stop Mid-State Brooklyn ****** squad up I'm hot steppin' in the pink Staline Seven I'ma stunt till big tell me there's a ghetto up in heaven See through ****** take they time like a man We don't snitch we don't sing on the stand but y'all don't hear me What you know about that? Macs and cash ***** how you love that? What you know about that? Doin' it up, livin' it up, ***** what? What you know about that? The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed ***** what it is What you know about that? Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours Money, cars, guns, hoes Sniff some blow and I'm good to go Eagle inflated Federal Bureau Investigated Most hated ***** read the affidavit Uh, racin' loud pipes Big f****n' exhausts burnin' the turnpike My game so tight I arouse dikes You punk rappers should payin' me publis*in' the way you write And be samplin' my life, every line in your rhyme Sound like you wanna be Shyne, and I don't blame ya Who wouldn't? Young ***** catchin' charges Continental T's parked in garages, Menages, odds is I'm the best spittin' it, ***** I'm gettin' it I admit it I was watchin' New Jack City And f****n' with, Uncle Paul got me dying to ball Everythin' I talk about I live itAll you hear these rappers rap about I really did it I was designed to hold nines, and grind Step out of line put you in that white line Rearrange ya brain ain't nothin' change You know the game jet planes and c*****e And what I say might be held against me I don't wanna talk, I'm the hottest ***** in New YorkWhat you know about that? Macs and cash ***** how you love that? What you know about that? Doin' it up, livin' it up, ***** what? What you know about that? The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed ***** what it is What you know about that? Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours
