作词 : Frederick J. Tipton/William L. Roberts II 作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/William L. Roberts II/Alan D. Maman Pissed off you know This is, like, exclusive Yeah Kane Train, b*tch, Kane, yeah Yeah, the revolution is the genocide Look, your execution will be televised Don't cross me like Isaiah, that sh*t be ill-advised (Woo) Dark horse, rap black sheep, they got me vilified Castratin' n*ggas in they feelings on IG (Uh) Will never let this industry demasculinize me (Nah) I do murder barefaced, don't need no mask to disguise me Threw my FN in the stash, I think the cracker's behind me, damn He pulled me over, I asked him, "Yo, what's the problem, sir? I swerved to ducked the potholes, man, I had no option, sir Just let me go 'cause my license, insurance proper, sir I'd hate to be on the run for smokin' an officer" We were bustin' at police before Queen & Slim, that's on FN Let off fifty shots to the squad car and get in the wind Told the Gary Police in '05 that I got more guns than them Get the feds if you want a war, and they sent them b*tches in The revolution is the genocide Yeah, my execution might be televised Cross n*ggas like Bubba Chuck, I never gave a f*ck Hook shot a ho like Kareem, but I never leave the Bucks Sick with the ack, me and Jack, pourin' three liters up It hurt to say I miss you, the real ones always be leavin' us Caught up in the moment, most n*ggas foldin' or freezin' up Sometimes it be your own damn homies, Judas set Jesus up Yeah, the revolution is the genocide Made a s*x tape with your b*tch, that p*ssy televised Thug n*gga with some exotic dreams, erotic dreams F*ckin' hella thots, but I really want me a Scottie Beam Sh*t was different when Mike left and it was Scottie team Ex won't take me back, without me, the b*tch wouldn't have got a ring Yeah, the revolution is the genocide Tell a ho she don't know nan', Trick Daddy, Slip-N-Slide, n*gga Kane Uh, 305 in my yayo Subject to let a b*tch snort a line off the dashboard of my '75 Caprice, that is Yo (M-M-Maybach Music) You need a dictionary when you write your raps (Uh) Went to the penitentiary just for a hundred sack (What?) I had a vision back when I was fishin' for a bass But they won't listen 'til you in your kitchen countin' cash I got the dollars, motherf*ck a n*gga's credit score (Boss) Big bag of chronic like I'm sackin' up at Interscope (at Interscope) My pistol polished, any problems, I'ma pull that ho Peter Parker, but I've yet to reach my pinnacle (Lord) B*tches lookin' at me, shawty wanna see my soul (M-M-M) All my jewelry on, she only see my gold (Haha) I'm prayin' for my guys, pray you sing along (Yes) I f*ck b*tches in my ride, I never bring 'em home She sees just how I ride and slip her panties off He wanted war until they hit 'em with a cannonball (Bang) Spark spliffs, raw kicks, I give 'em Clark Kent Common sense, no Prince, strictly the mob hits (What? M-M) Exhale w**d, ship it from the West (West) My brain begin to seize when I'm needin' rest (Yes) Kobe Bryant when we speakin' very best (Lord) I pray for Gigi, wonder if she'll get to see me next Biggest (M-M-Maybach Music) Audemars and Cartiers You ain't sh*t without a dollar, yeah You ain't sh*t without a dollar, yeah
[00:00.000] 作词 : Frederick J. Tipton/William L. Roberts II [00:01.000] 作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/William L. Roberts II/Alan D. Maman [00:05.316]Pissed off you know [00:07.458]This is, like, exclusive [00:18.926]Yeah [00:20.363]Kane Train, b*tch, Kane, yeah [00:24.464]Yeah, the revolution is the genocide [00:26.789]Look, your execution will be televised [00:30.028]Don't cross me like Isaiah, that sh*t be ill-advised (Woo) [00:33.320]Dark horse, rap black sheep, they got me vilified [00:35.984]Castratin' n*ggas in they feelings on IG (Uh) [00:38.518]Will never let this industry demasculinize me (Nah) [00:41.574]I do murder barefaced, don't need no mask to disguise me [00:44.526]Threw my FN in the stash, I think the cracker's behind me, damn [00:47.713]He pulled me over, I asked him, "Yo, what's the problem, sir? [00:50.796]I swerved to ducked the potholes, man, I had no option, sir [00:53.826]Just let me go 'cause my license, insurance proper, sir [00:56.830]I'd hate to be on the run for smokin' an officer" [00:59.834]We were bustin' at police before Queen & Slim, that's on FN [01:02.838]Let off fifty shots to the squad car and get in the wind [01:05.764]Told the Gary Police in '05 that I got more guns than them [01:08.794]Get the feds if you want a war, and they sent them b*tches in [01:13.000]The revolution is the genocide [01:15.168]Yeah, my execution might be televised [01:18.067]Cross n*ggas like Bubba Chuck, I never gave a f*ck [01:20.784]Hook shot a ho like Kareem, but I never leave the Bucks [01:23.684]Sick with the ack, me and Jack, pourin' three liters up [01:26.740]It hurt to say I miss you, the real ones always be leavin' us [01:29.770]Caught up in the moment, most n*ggas foldin' or freezin' up [01:32.748]Sometimes it be your own damn homies, Judas set Jesus up [01:35.778]Yeah, the revolution is the genocide [01:38.861]Made a s*x tape with your b*tch, that p*ssy televised [01:41.760]Thug n*gga with some exotic dreams, erotic dreams [01:44.764]F*ckin' hella thots, but I really want me a Scottie Beam [01:47.742]Sh*t was different when Mike left and it was Scottie team [01:50.773]Ex won't take me back, without me, the b*tch wouldn't have got a ring [01:54.064]Yeah, the revolution is the genocide [01:56.964]Tell a ho she don't know nan', Trick Daddy, Slip-N-Slide, n*gga [02:00.647]Kane [02:01.849]Uh, 305 in my yayo [02:03.442]Subject to let a b*tch snort a line off the dashboard of my '75 [02:08.562]Caprice, that is [02:10.495]Yo (M-M-Maybach Music) [02:12.820]You need a dictionary when you write your raps (Uh) [02:14.936]Went to the penitentiary just for a hundred sack (What?) [02:17.914]I had a vision back when I was fishin' for a bass [02:20.866]But they won't listen 'til you in your kitchen countin' cash [02:23.922]I got the dollars, motherf*ck a n*gga's credit score (Boss) [02:26.848]Big bag of chronic like I'm sackin' up at Interscope (at Interscope) [02:29.930]My pistol polished, any problems, I'ma pull that ho [02:32.934]Peter Parker, but I've yet to reach my pinnacle (Lord) [02:36.121]B*tches lookin' at me, shawty wanna see my soul (M-M-M) [02:39.151]All my jewelry on, she only see my gold (Haha) [02:42.286]I'm prayin' for my guys, pray you sing along (Yes) [02:45.186]I f*ck b*tches in my ride, I never bring 'em home [02:48.216]She sees just how I ride and slip her panties off [02:51.168]He wanted war until they hit 'em with a cannonball (Bang) [02:54.067]Spark spliffs, raw kicks, I give 'em Clark Kent [02:56.810]Common sense, no Prince, strictly the mob hits (What? M-M) [03:00.180]Exhale w**d, ship it from the West (West) [03:03.158]My brain begin to seize when I'm needin' rest (Yes) [03:06.293]Kobe Bryant when we speakin' very best (Lord) [03:09.166]I pray for Gigi, wonder if she'll get to see me next [03:11.961]Biggest (M-M-Maybach Music) [03:14.260]Audemars and Cartiers [03:15.958]You ain't sh*t without a dollar, yeah [03:18.701]You ain't sh*t without a dollar, yeah
