作词 : Bryson Potts/Claydes Smith/Dennis Thomas/George Brown/Johnny Jackson/Otha Nash/Richard Westfield/Robert Bell/Robert Mickens/Ronald Bell/2Pac/Tyruss Himes/Vince Edwards 作曲 : Bryson Potts/Claydes Smith/Dennis Thomas/George Brown/Johnny Jackson/Otha Nash/Richard Westfield/Robert Bell/Robert Mickens/Ronald Bell/2Pac/Tyruss Himes/Vince Edwards Yeah, turn me up a lil bit more Just a lil bit more What is that picture of me grapin'? Ayy, we movin', ayy Ayy, ayy Oh, they gon' **** on with this right now NLE, the Top Shotta Yeah, yeah I got the bomb like Al-Qaeda Yeah, yeah NLE, the Top Shotta, ayy Picture me rollin' (Yeah) Fat Cackwood smokin', couple ******* in motion We ain't causin' commotions but I be braggin' and boastin' I put the most in, I get the most out (I get it out), no doubt I brought the Glock in and took my show out (Brr, brr, brr, brr), I sold out We break them poles out for your show out (Ayy), then roll out I got him hit and then I rapped about it, think he know now Put a duffle bag up on his head, my nigga cash out (Cash out) I get the cheese in large amounts They callin' me the cash cow (They callin' me the cash cow) We get the peace, we get the pints and then we tax 'em, Uncle Sam Give 'em teddy bears and T-shirts, my dawg will put 'em down Told that nigga get from 'round me, I don't trust 'em (I don't trust 'em) So it's **** 'em, brand new chopper suppressed the muzzle whips when I bust 'em Slide on 'em, hit the brother Then we double back with different cutters (Brr, brr, brr, brr) They know it's real, they know it's drama (Ayy), so they call 'em off Ayy, I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die (Day I die) Yeah, you know I'm a thug nigga, but I'ma still cry (Still cry) We ain't doin' no drive-bys, I look him in his eyes (I look him in his eyes) Standin' over with this fire And I'ma watch that nigga die (I'ma watch that nigga die) Niggas know how we comin', comin' We slammin' like we drummin' (Slammin' like we drummin') Niggas pull up, we dumper dumpin', we shootin' it ain't nothin' We leavin' them niggas slumpin', slumpin', see my gun and runnin' out A hunnid rounds keep 'em comin', comin', murder on my conscience I got this pistol in my pants and I'm posted where I wanna be (Yeah, yeah) I made my own label, I can't see no nigga sonnin' me I got too much to lose, I'm takin' you, you think you takin' me? (Watch) I never been a fool, I watch your moves You think you snakin' me? (I'm watchin') Real killer, all my niggas feel safe with me Even though they really supposed to be securin' me I told Big Sean that I don't really need security, but that's my nigga But ain't any nigga put fear in me I sincerely wrote a note but they ain't hearin' me (They ain't hearin' me, cuh) I give a junk a line of coke to go on killing sprees (They ain't hearin' me, cuh) I told the ***** to get the drop while she was on her knees (Brr, brr) She asked me what's in it for her, I said, "I got a treat," I *****ed Yeah I left it on her face and I told her "That's the only thing you gettin' from me, bih" I live the life of a boss player until the day I die (Until the day I die) Couple ******* they feelin' on me They sayin' that I'm fly (They sayin' that I'm fly) Feel like 2Pac, I got two *******, they ****in' in the spot Her ass fat, I'm grabbin', grippin', I'ma squeeze it 'til it pop You know I get around, I get your pants down and then I rob (Then I rob) Hood nigga, I'ma pull my pants down, keep on my socks Jamaican nigga, she be feelin' on my hair, she like my locs (She like my locs) I put her head on my ****, I told her, "Suck it, don't stop" Ay you can call me tummy, I got the drank up in my belly And we slid on 'em, got to poppin', know you got the message We ain't 'bout the talkin', *****, we 'bout the sparkin' Pull up on 'em then we caution taped him, white-chalk him (About to kill a nigga, yeah, we gonna merk him) I got a child but my BM really be on bullshit (She on bullshit, that's facts) I'm askin' God why, I got these problems on these pool pits Heard another diss today, I put 'em on my shooter list (They on my shooter list) Shoot it up, I'm all black, I'm ready to go do it man Shoot a man, gun in hand Have 'em runnin' like the running man Where you runnin' when I'm sprayin'? A couple bands wrapped in rubber bands Put it all up on your head Bands make 'em dance when them choppas start playin' You sayin' what you sayin' but I'm sayin' what I'm sayin' And my nigga of the Xans he'll blam on your man (Brr) Ayy, I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die (Day I die) Yeah, you know I'm a thug nigga, but I'ma still cry (Still cry) We ain't doin' no drive-bys, I look him in his eyes (I look him in his eyes) Standin' over with this fire, and I'ma watch that nigga die (I'ma watch that nigga die) Niggas know how we comin', comin' We slammin' like we drummin' (Slammin' like we drummin') Niggas pull up, we dumper dumpin', we shootin' it ain't nothin' We leavin' them niggas slumpin', slumpin', see my gun and runnin' out A hunnid rounds keep 'em comin', comin', murder on my conscience Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Hahaha Brr, brr, brr Picture me rollin' We bend the curve when we creepin', when we step Picture me grapin' Play them choppas, move 'em right to left Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Picture me rollin' NLE, the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda Picture me grapin', brr
[00:00.000] 作词 : Bryson Potts/Claydes Smith/Dennis Thomas/George Brown/Johnny Jackson/Otha Nash/Richard Westfield/Robert Bell/Robert Mickens/Ronald Bell/2Pac/Tyruss Himes/Vince Edwards [00:01.000] 作曲 : Bryson Potts/Claydes Smith/Dennis Thomas/George Brown/Johnny Jackson/Otha Nash/Richard Westfield/Robert Bell/Robert Mickens/Ronald Bell/2Pac/Tyruss Himes/Vince Edwards [00:02.660]Yeah, turn me up a lil bit more [00:03.960]Just a lil bit more [00:11.826]What is that picture of me grapin'? [00:14.486]Ayy, we movin', ayy [00:16.789]Ayy, ayy [00:19.516]Oh, they gon' **** on with this right now [00:21.533]NLE, the Top Shotta [00:22.879]Yeah, yeah [00:24.156]I got the bomb like Al-Qaeda [00:24.244]Yeah, yeah [00:25.703]NLE, the Top Shotta, ayy [00:26.942]Picture me rollin' (Yeah) [00:28.090]Fat Cackwood smokin', couple ******* in motion [00:30.344]We ain't causin' commotions but I be braggin' and boastin' [00:32.792]I put the most in, I get the most out (I get it out), no doubt [00:34.858]I brought the Glock in and took my show out (Brr, brr, brr, brr), I sold out [00:37.865]We break them poles out for your show out (Ayy), then roll out [00:39.736]I got him hit and then I rapped about it, think he know now [00:42.853]Put a duffle bag up on his head, my nigga cash out (Cash out) [00:45.473]I get the cheese in large amounts [00:46.554]They callin' me the cash cow (They callin' me the cash cow) [00:47.814]We get the peace, we get the pints and then we tax 'em, Uncle Sam [00:50.349]Give 'em teddy bears and T-shirts, my dawg will put 'em down [00:52.366]Told that nigga get from 'round me, I don't trust 'em (I don't trust 'em) [00:55.071]So it's **** 'em, brand new chopper suppressed the muzzle whips when I bust 'em [00:57.945]Slide on 'em, hit the brother [00:59.140]Then we double back with different cutters (Brr, brr, brr, brr) [01:00.518]They know it's real, they know it's drama (Ayy), so they call 'em off [01:02.710]Ayy, I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die (Day I die) [01:04.793]Yeah, you know I'm a thug nigga, but I'ma still cry (Still cry) [01:07.566]We ain't doin' no drive-bys, I look him in his eyes (I look him in his eyes) [01:10.078]Standin' over with this fire [01:11.709]And I'ma watch that nigga die (I'ma watch that nigga die) [01:12.897]Niggas know how we comin', comin' [01:14.337]We slammin' like we drummin' (Slammin' like we drummin') [01:15.855]Niggas pull up, we dumper dumpin', we shootin' it ain't nothin' [01:17.671]We leavin' them niggas slumpin', slumpin', see my gun and runnin' out [01:19.924]A hunnid rounds keep 'em comin', comin', murder on my conscience [01:22.590]I got this pistol in my pants and I'm posted where I wanna be (Yeah, yeah) [01:25.132]I made my own label, I can't see no nigga sonnin' me [01:27.924]I got too much to lose, I'm takin' you, you think you takin' me? (Watch) [01:30.054]I never been a fool, I watch your moves [01:32.453]You think you snakin' me? (I'm watchin') [01:33.558]Real killer, all my niggas feel safe with me [01:35.816]Even though they really supposed to be securin' me [01:38.268]I told Big Sean that I don't really need security, but that's my nigga [01:41.602]But ain't any nigga put fear in me [01:43.421]I sincerely wrote a note but they ain't hearin' me (They ain't hearin' me, cuh) [01:45.825]I give a junk a line of coke to go on killing sprees [01:48.102](They ain't hearin' me, cuh) [01:48.456]I told the ***** to get the drop while she was on her knees (Brr, brr) [01:50.706]She asked me what's in it for her, I said, "I got a treat," I *****ed [01:53.920]Yeah I left it on her face and I told her [01:55.965]"That's the only thing you gettin' from me, bih" [01:57.644]I live the life of a boss player until the day I die (Until the day I die) [01:59.962]Couple ******* they feelin' on me [02:01.483]They sayin' that I'm fly (They sayin' that I'm fly) [02:02.683]Feel like 2Pac, I got two *******, they ****in' in the spot [02:04.983]Her ass fat, I'm grabbin', grippin', I'ma squeeze it 'til it pop [02:07.555]You know I get around, I get your pants down and then I rob (Then I rob) [02:09.967]Hood nigga, I'ma pull my pants down, keep on my socks [02:12.632]Jamaican nigga, she be feelin' on my hair, she like my locs (She like my locs) [02:15.063]I put her head on my ****, I told her, "Suck it, don't stop" [02:17.495]Ay you can call me tummy, I got the drank up in my belly [02:20.039]And we slid on 'em, got to poppin', know you got the message [02:22.887]We ain't 'bout the talkin', *****, we 'bout the sparkin' [02:25.549]Pull up on 'em then we caution taped him, white-chalk him [02:25.824](About to kill a nigga, yeah, we gonna merk him) [02:27.931]I got a child but my BM really be on bullshit (She on bullshit, that's facts) [02:30.399]I'm askin' God why, I got these problems on these pool pits [02:33.036]Heard another diss today, I put 'em on my shooter list (They on my shooter list) [02:35.441]Shoot it up, I'm all black, I'm ready to go do it man [02:37.936]Shoot a man, gun in hand [02:39.304]Have 'em runnin' like the running man [02:40.867]Where you runnin' when I'm sprayin'? [02:42.399]A couple bands wrapped in rubber bands [02:44.247]Put it all up on your head [02:45.520]Bands make 'em dance when them choppas start playin' [02:47.866]You sayin' what you sayin' but I'm sayin' what I'm sayin' [02:50.466]And my nigga of the Xans he'll blam on your man (Brr) [02:52.577]Ayy, I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die (Day I die) [02:54.798]Yeah, you know I'm a thug nigga, but I'ma still cry (Still cry) [02:57.644]We ain't doin' no drive-bys, I look him in his eyes (I look him in his eyes) [03:00.112]Standin' over with this fire, and I'ma watch that nigga die (I'ma watch that nigga die) [03:02.694]Niggas know how we comin', comin' [03:04.167]We slammin' like we drummin' (Slammin' like we drummin') [03:05.504]Niggas pull up, we dumper dumpin', we shootin' it ain't nothin' [03:07.677]We leavin' them niggas slumpin', slumpin', see my gun and runnin' out [03:10.149]A hunnid rounds keep 'em comin', comin', murder on my conscience [03:12.665]Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy [03:13.395]Hahaha [03:14.187]Brr, brr, brr [03:16.914]Picture me rollin' [03:18.066]We bend the curve when we creepin', when we step [03:19.712]Picture me grapin' [03:21.083]Play them choppas, move 'em right to left [03:23.948]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [03:28.433]Picture me rollin' [03:29.411]NLE, the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda [03:31.464]Picture me grapin', brr
