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  • 作词 : Hunter, Marquez, Turner, Woods
    (feat. Inspectah Deck, Masta Killa) [Raekwon]
    Crack that pineapple open
    Vision of break faces, gettin' money lay in the boats
    Got big rifles, play the hood, ride
    Benz cycles
    Y'all mens are psycho,
    Killah Hill 'ciples
    More fly generics, money make moves, forget it
    We got this locked since nineteen-seven
    So many rods and weapons, ain't no more reppin's
    Take the ************t back, ************, we hate that
    Meet the real, we lock the real, me/him lock the steel
    Pop off, pull out, drop them bills
    I run with all real killas, all for realers
    Nikes on, awesome gorillas
    Want more then kill 'em, front war, reveal 'em
    I want him stretched out, listen, he lost the buildin'
    All fly gangstas, more bankers, hundred wit' us
    We ex-dust ******s, don't even touch my drink
    ****** around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke
    Ya' yolked and he blast-es through you in the faint
    All my ******s get paint, yo what's my name?
    Lexus Diamond,
    Ice Water
    Inc [Interlude: Masta Killa]
    Huh.. (uh-uh-uh-uh)
    Uh! Yeah!
    Once again in the mother******' place
    Fix yo' mother******' face, ******
    Yeah.. you know how we gets down
    Me and this mixo, we so.. we so tight
    Lex Diamond sound, and uh.
    I bees the
    High Chief,
    Jamel Arief
    Straight from
    East Medina
    And uh.. yo.. yeah!
    Yeah.. huh! [Masta Killa]
    They started jammin' in the park, just after dark
    Two turntables and their
    DJ scratchin'
    Words seemed to have an attraction when they rhymin'
    Hip-hop caused the guns to start sparkin'
    Temperature risin'
    Drape a ****** up with the ratchet, less talkin'
    Caught him on the 'nard, bomb like a
    G. hard Explosion rocks the
    Promenade,
    I'm God And he show and provin', 'knowledge how he movin'
    Smift as the wisdom, move from my gate in a drunken state
    I wrote this degree, adjust ya eyes in the light so you could see
    Never fall victim, dictate the fate
    Leave the bake for the snake
    If he take than
    I take his head without question
    In the one to fourteen check the
    Justice lesson
    Now uh! [Interlude: Inspectah Deck]
    Uh! It's the pineapple
    Daquiri ******' up ya mindstate
    Ya heard? (Yeah)
    Spread the mother******' word
    Yo! [Inspectah Deck]
    I'm from where it's real, ******s peal ya' orange
    We want enough bricks that we could build apar******ents
    I. General in the field of marksmen
    The Bad Boys wit' me ain't
    Will or Martin
    Feel what
    I'm droppin',
    I spit the ill doctrine
    Spot him deep in the
    Killah Hill poppin'
    Two feet dug in the dirt, up to the skirt
    Spectator on the sideline lovin' the work
    And my team ain't ya' average,
    CREAM we handle it
    Fiends seekin' packages, beams and banana clips
    Festo! If you wit' me, let's go!
    The nymphos love me,
    X-O, X-O Boy listen hard, think twice before you get involved
    We hold the weight like cons in the prison yard
    They call the riot squad, we live and in charge
    Y'all non-beleivers get reminded with scars
    It's the pineapple,
    Rebel I. natural
    Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you (CHUH-PUGH! ******!)
  • 作词 : Hunter, Marquez, Turner, Woods
    (feat. Inspectah Deck, Masta Killa) [Raekwon]
    Crack that pineapple open
    Vision of break faces, gettin' money lay in the boats
    Got big rifles, play the hood, ride
    Benz cycles
    Y'all mens are psycho,
    Killah Hill 'ciples
    More fly generics, money make moves, forget it
    We got this locked since nineteen-seven
    So many rods and weapons, ain't no more reppin's
    Take the ************t back, ************, we hate that
    Meet the real, we lock the real, me/him lock the steel
    Pop off, pull out, drop them bills
    I run with all real killas, all for realers
    Nikes on, awesome gorillas
    Want more then kill 'em, front war, reveal 'em
    I want him stretched out, listen, he lost the buildin'
    All fly gangstas, more bankers, hundred wit' us
    We ex-dust ******s, don't even touch my drink
    ****** around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke
    Ya' yolked and he blast-es through you in the faint
    All my ******s get paint, yo what's my name?
    Lexus Diamond,
    Ice Water
    Inc [Interlude: Masta Killa]
    Huh.. (uh-uh-uh-uh)
    Uh! Yeah!
    Once again in the mother******' place
    Fix yo' mother******' face, ******
    Yeah.. you know how we gets down
    Me and this mixo, we so.. we so tight
    Lex Diamond sound, and uh.
    I bees the
    High Chief,
    Jamel Arief
    Straight from
    East Medina
    And uh.. yo.. yeah!
    Yeah.. huh! [Masta Killa]
    They started jammin' in the park, just after dark
    Two turntables and their
    DJ scratchin'
    Words seemed to have an attraction when they rhymin'
    Hip-hop caused the guns to start sparkin'
    Temperature risin'
    Drape a ****** up with the ratchet, less talkin'
    Caught him on the 'nard, bomb like a
    G. hard Explosion rocks the
    Promenade,
    I'm God And he show and provin', 'knowledge how he movin'
    Smift as the wisdom, move from my gate in a drunken state
    I wrote this degree, adjust ya eyes in the light so you could see
    Never fall victim, dictate the fate
    Leave the bake for the snake
    If he take than
    I take his head without question
    In the one to fourteen check the
    Justice lesson
    Now uh! [Interlude: Inspectah Deck]
    Uh! It's the pineapple
    Daquiri ******' up ya mindstate
    Ya heard? (Yeah)
    Spread the mother******' word
    Yo! [Inspectah Deck]
    I'm from where it's real, ******s peal ya' orange
    We want enough bricks that we could build apar******ents
    I. General in the field of marksmen
    The Bad Boys wit' me ain't
    Will or Martin
    Feel what
    I'm droppin',
    I spit the ill doctrine
    Spot him deep in the
    Killah Hill poppin'
    Two feet dug in the dirt, up to the skirt
    Spectator on the sideline lovin' the work
    And my team ain't ya' average,
    CREAM we handle it
    Fiends seekin' packages, beams and banana clips
    Festo! If you wit' me, let's go!
    The nymphos love me,
    X-O, X-O Boy listen hard, think twice before you get involved
    We hold the weight like cons in the prison yard
    They call the riot squad, we live and in charge
    Y'all non-beleivers get reminded with scars
    It's the pineapple,
    Rebel I. natural
    Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you (CHUH-PUGH! ******!)