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  • 作词 : Unknown
    作曲 : Unknown
    Is you 'bout what
    I brang *****?
    Biggety-bang *****?
    Get it through your head before
    I let it rang *****
    Whoa *****, you ain't a friend, you a foe
    Hoe *****,
    I gotta let the pistol go
    Show ******, that
    I ain't the one to blow on
    I told ya ***** with the four four
    I get it on
    I roll with ******, that tote big chrome
    Uptown V.L. off top ****** bustin' domes
    Paper chasin', racin', to six figures
    The law *****in',
    I'm catchin' cases totin' triggers
    Smokin' ******, all they self locin' ******
    I'm chokin' off the optimal still ropin' ******
    Scopin' ******, 'cuz
    I'm the same broke *****
    Snort **** but
    I still maintain sellin' coke
    Spin dressin' holder, blunt smoker
    Snort a lil' ****r,
    A.K. toter
    I'm a spittin'
    I'm a solja
    Take it off your shoulder
    Respect *****
    I'm a solja, take it off your shoulder
    Uptown clown, gettin' so dirty
    Respect my ****in' mind, gotta get my nose dirty
    Playa haters wanna kill me
    Juvenile,
    I know you feel me
    I'm too smart to let em' steal me
    Refuse to let 'em steal me
    ***** **** ya,
    I'ma pluck ya
    Struck ya, wasn't beware of the head busters
    Head busters, wig splitters, one time
    Hot boys committin' that crime
    Welcome to the section of the hot boys
    Look out for the infrared dot boy
    S.K.'s, choppers, that's how we play
    Ride all day, give up your spot for much ya
    I hear ya got it, shop close, we hit'cha block
    Unload the glock, seventeen, we leavin' ya hot
    Bodies drop, no more shop, in this spot
    I made it hot bustin' with the glock non-stop
    I'm full of that block, a young
    G about my cheese
    Jackin' for keys, frontin' back to real
    G'sTryin' to make my mill, freeze, slip you get killed
    The ****'s real act a donkey behind a **** house deal
    Straight from
    Uptown, real ****** we in the
    WildYellow tape style, bound to make the nine growl
    Bodies found in the dumpster, by the youngsters
    Shouldn't trust a, uptown head buster
    Head busters, wig splitters, one time
    Hot boys committin' that crime
    Welcome to the section of the hot boys
    Look out for the infrared dot boy
    Where the villains be, is where
    I standI'm comin' with that tillery, up in my hand
    Showin' you *****es the reason, that
    I'm the man
    I'm stoppin' you hoes from breathin', you understand?
    Comin' with that
    A.K., full of that pure
    A cold night in
    February,
    I had that ***** like
    New YearYou better watch me 'cuz
    I be comin'
    With the drummin', a chopper, or a street sweeper or somethin'
    *****, I'ma represent, my .45 pay the rent
    You ***** you, you **** with me it's a must you get'cha issue
    I'ma be standin', in the
    Magnolia with the cannon
    And sure to start damage
    Watchin' these ******, 'cuz they donkeys and fools too
    Might look like they spooked, but don't let them ****** fool you
    Every breath that
    I breathe would be beef, so
    I snortedThen proceeded to make my enemy's life short, 'bout that
    Pistol play, **** what a ***** say
    Two-twenty three's then breathe fire out the hallway
    I found myself up in other ****** beef
    Know that them
    T.C. ****** would die for me
    We probably be
    In an all-black fist full of that *****
    And a stroller suburban on the blitz, tryin' to get rich
    If in my way,
    I'm gone funk ya
    Imagine your body deteriorating in a dumpster
    What you gone do?
    Ain't no runnin' when the
    Mafia finds ya
    I'ma, UPS your death like the
    UnibomberI can't sleep,
    I got so much beef in the game
    Every hotel that
    I changeI use an alias name
    Me and B.G. on a hunt, full of that pluck
    Two ****** with pistols, tryin' to make a come up
    Head busters, wig splitters, one time
    Hot boys committin' that crime
    Welcome to the section of the hot boys
    Look out for the infrared dot boy
  • 作词 : Unknown
    作曲 : Unknown
    Is you 'bout what
    I brang *****?
    Biggety-bang *****?
    Get it through your head before
    I let it rang *****
    Whoa *****, you ain't a friend, you a foe
    Hoe *****,
    I gotta let the pistol go
    Show ******, that
    I ain't the one to blow on
    I told ya ***** with the four four
    I get it on
    I roll with ******, that tote big chrome
    Uptown V.L. off top ****** bustin' domes
    Paper chasin', racin', to six figures
    The law *****in',
    I'm catchin' cases totin' triggers
    Smokin' ******, all they self locin' ******
    I'm chokin' off the optimal still ropin' ******
    Scopin' ******, 'cuz
    I'm the same broke *****
    Snort **** but
    I still maintain sellin' coke
    Spin dressin' holder, blunt smoker
    Snort a lil' ****r,
    A.K. toter
    I'm a spittin'
    I'm a solja
    Take it off your shoulder
    Respect *****
    I'm a solja, take it off your shoulder
    Uptown clown, gettin' so dirty
    Respect my ****in' mind, gotta get my nose dirty
    Playa haters wanna kill me
    Juvenile,
    I know you feel me
    I'm too smart to let em' steal me
    Refuse to let 'em steal me
    ***** **** ya,
    I'ma pluck ya
    Struck ya, wasn't beware of the head busters
    Head busters, wig splitters, one time
    Hot boys committin' that crime
    Welcome to the section of the hot boys
    Look out for the infrared dot boy
    S.K.'s, choppers, that's how we play
    Ride all day, give up your spot for much ya
    I hear ya got it, shop close, we hit'cha block
    Unload the glock, seventeen, we leavin' ya hot
    Bodies drop, no more shop, in this spot
    I made it hot bustin' with the glock non-stop
    I'm full of that block, a young
    G about my cheese
    Jackin' for keys, frontin' back to real
    G'sTryin' to make my mill, freeze, slip you get killed
    The ****'s real act a donkey behind a **** house deal
    Straight from
    Uptown, real ****** we in the
    WildYellow tape style, bound to make the nine growl
    Bodies found in the dumpster, by the youngsters
    Shouldn't trust a, uptown head buster
    Head busters, wig splitters, one time
    Hot boys committin' that crime
    Welcome to the section of the hot boys
    Look out for the infrared dot boy
    Where the villains be, is where
    I standI'm comin' with that tillery, up in my hand
    Showin' you *****es the reason, that
    I'm the man
    I'm stoppin' you hoes from breathin', you understand?
    Comin' with that
    A.K., full of that pure
    A cold night in
    February,
    I had that ***** like
    New YearYou better watch me 'cuz
    I be comin'
    With the drummin', a chopper, or a street sweeper or somethin'
    *****, I'ma represent, my .45 pay the rent
    You ***** you, you **** with me it's a must you get'cha issue
    I'ma be standin', in the
    Magnolia with the cannon
    And sure to start damage
    Watchin' these ******, 'cuz they donkeys and fools too
    Might look like they spooked, but don't let them ****** fool you
    Every breath that
    I breathe would be beef, so
    I snortedThen proceeded to make my enemy's life short, 'bout that
    Pistol play, **** what a ***** say
    Two-twenty three's then breathe fire out the hallway
    I found myself up in other ****** beef
    Know that them
    T.C. ****** would die for me
    We probably be
    In an all-black fist full of that *****
    And a stroller suburban on the blitz, tryin' to get rich
    If in my way,
    I'm gone funk ya
    Imagine your body deteriorating in a dumpster
    What you gone do?
    Ain't no runnin' when the
    Mafia finds ya
    I'ma, UPS your death like the
    UnibomberI can't sleep,
    I got so much beef in the game
    Every hotel that
    I changeI use an alias name
    Me and B.G. on a hunt, full of that pluck
    Two ****** with pistols, tryin' to make a come up
    Head busters, wig splitters, one time
    Hot boys committin' that crime
    Welcome to the section of the hot boys
    Look out for the infrared dot boy