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  • 作曲 : Hall, Hardy, Hardy, Lynn ...
    Yo, terror squad, pete rock collabo'
    From git-go, yo yo
    Aiyyo it's such a shame
    All these ****** riders tryin to corrupt the game
    But what it bring, nuttin but pain
    And one in your ****** brain
    Ain't nuttin changed since the album i'm still whylin
    I'm still violent i've been waitin for this moment
    Like phil collins, for all my life i've been trifer than trifer
    Hyper than hype, when fightin to fight
    It's like, tonight is the night
    And i ain't even tryin to let a ****** slide
    I've been dyin to get a gat
    I dared to try now prepare to die
    I rush your crib like jehovah's witness, blow up any
    Soldiers, infants, hold up, did you notice my heroic entrance?
    I'm so relentless in this field of rap, everything is real in fact
    Fully backed by bullies who be peelin caps
    I sack the rapper like li-nebacker, play my rhyme backwards
    You can hear the devil speak his mind with fine graphics
    Things get drastic, express for my plastic
    I pack clips, between my nuts and my fat ******
    Chorus: pete rock
    Grab ahold cause you never heard a
    Verbal murder like this
    Cash comes before soul, so watch your ******t
    Every cat wanna be enormous
    Plottin on the next one
    Murder one (repeat 2x)
    [noreaga]
    Aiyyo my whole circle, make you feel it like the color purple
    My ******z comin through and still hurt you
    Wipe y'all kleenex cats who stay full of germs
    We hit fifth ave, while y'all still hit stern's
    Don't really care bout y'all, really hear bout y'all
    Yo on our side we do our thing, play the cut
    Let the phone ring, pete rock connect team
    From m-v to l-c, my thugs straight thuggin it
    Snatchin ******z out of the booth, unpluggin it
    Strange fruit, my ******z live to shoot
    Yo it's a strange thing, a ****** never had a suit
    Yo so bust what happen, remember the unknown's a clap-man
    Cat stackin, move out the hood that's in manhattan
    Got big headed, misleaded, then dreaded
    Yo the beef deaded, his whole squad afraid to set it
    Yo i heard son, son is rockin iceberg dunn
    Got up out the hood, wouldn't believe that, this cat would
    Head mad swollen, flamboyant this man golden
    Yo the senator, crime sinister, john dillinger
    Better respect my words or i'm the minister
    What??
    "verbally i catch bodies"
    "let's seperate the men from the boys" -> guru
    "verbal attack" -> cappadon
    "big pun" -> punisher, "noreaga" -> nore, "pete rock"
    "common s-s-s-ssense" -> com
    [common]
    Yo, we just begun the story, com pun and nore
    Look to the sun for glory as time runs before me
    I'm after the day of judgment i'm still before the
    Jury, explainin why i was in a gun orgy
    He was ****** wit me, i ain't no duckin emcee
    With the knowledge there's a little thug blood in me
    This stud bumped into me, beef it was fin' to be
    My appetite for destruction is finnicky
    He was an industry type, influenced by magazines and snipes
    Rocked adidas but he had no stripes
    I could tell in high school that he had no fights
    Hold ****** better than he hold mics, he spiked his punchlines
    With current events, called for backup
    Like one time when he heard it was sense
    That deliver words with intents to kill
    Whether the hip-hop type, country rapper, or big wheel
    I peeled some raps back, that peeled his cap back
    ****** thought i was abstract, now his life is backtracked
    In the center of the party his crew identified the body
    Left him signin the wait-list sayin, "i can't take this
    Fake ******t" (echoes)
    Yo..
    Yo!
    Big pun, noreaga, com sense for the nine eight
    Get it straight
  • 作曲 : Hall, Hardy, Hardy, Lynn ...
    Yo, terror squad, pete rock collabo'
    From git-go, yo yo
    Aiyyo it's such a shame
    All these ****** riders tryin to corrupt the game
    But what it bring, nuttin but pain
    And one in your ****** brain
    Ain't nuttin changed since the album i'm still whylin
    I'm still violent i've been waitin for this moment
    Like phil collins, for all my life i've been trifer than trifer
    Hyper than hype, when fightin to fight
    It's like, tonight is the night
    And i ain't even tryin to let a ****** slide
    I've been dyin to get a gat
    I dared to try now prepare to die
    I rush your crib like jehovah's witness, blow up any
    Soldiers, infants, hold up, did you notice my heroic entrance?
    I'm so relentless in this field of rap, everything is real in fact
    Fully backed by bullies who be peelin caps
    I sack the rapper like li-nebacker, play my rhyme backwards
    You can hear the devil speak his mind with fine graphics
    Things get drastic, express for my plastic
    I pack clips, between my nuts and my fat ******
    Chorus: pete rock
    Grab ahold cause you never heard a
    Verbal murder like this
    Cash comes before soul, so watch your ******t
    Every cat wanna be enormous
    Plottin on the next one
    Murder one (repeat 2x)
    [noreaga]
    Aiyyo my whole circle, make you feel it like the color purple
    My ******z comin through and still hurt you
    Wipe y'all kleenex cats who stay full of germs
    We hit fifth ave, while y'all still hit stern's
    Don't really care bout y'all, really hear bout y'all
    Yo on our side we do our thing, play the cut
    Let the phone ring, pete rock connect team
    From m-v to l-c, my thugs straight thuggin it
    Snatchin ******z out of the booth, unpluggin it
    Strange fruit, my ******z live to shoot
    Yo it's a strange thing, a ****** never had a suit
    Yo so bust what happen, remember the unknown's a clap-man
    Cat stackin, move out the hood that's in manhattan
    Got big headed, misleaded, then dreaded
    Yo the beef deaded, his whole squad afraid to set it
    Yo i heard son, son is rockin iceberg dunn
    Got up out the hood, wouldn't believe that, this cat would
    Head mad swollen, flamboyant this man golden
    Yo the senator, crime sinister, john dillinger
    Better respect my words or i'm the minister
    What??
    "verbally i catch bodies"
    "let's seperate the men from the boys" -> guru
    "verbal attack" -> cappadon
    "big pun" -> punisher, "noreaga" -> nore, "pete rock"
    "common s-s-s-ssense" -> com
    [common]
    Yo, we just begun the story, com pun and nore
    Look to the sun for glory as time runs before me
    I'm after the day of judgment i'm still before the
    Jury, explainin why i was in a gun orgy
    He was ****** wit me, i ain't no duckin emcee
    With the knowledge there's a little thug blood in me
    This stud bumped into me, beef it was fin' to be
    My appetite for destruction is finnicky
    He was an industry type, influenced by magazines and snipes
    Rocked adidas but he had no stripes
    I could tell in high school that he had no fights
    Hold ****** better than he hold mics, he spiked his punchlines
    With current events, called for backup
    Like one time when he heard it was sense
    That deliver words with intents to kill
    Whether the hip-hop type, country rapper, or big wheel
    I peeled some raps back, that peeled his cap back
    ****** thought i was abstract, now his life is backtracked
    In the center of the party his crew identified the body
    Left him signin the wait-list sayin, "i can't take this
    Fake ******t" (echoes)
    Yo..
    Yo!
    Big pun, noreaga, com sense for the nine eight
    Get it straight