作曲 : Nasir Jones/Chauncey Hollis Jr Yeah When Carlito was dying He see the shadow of his girl dancing with the baby Like **** it it’s my time But if God save me Maybe I’ll erase any vice that could potentially bring harm to me Before I make a move I think about it karmically Everything come back like a boomerang I’m black as Paul Mooney slang And all I pray for is health and a sustainable business and a faithful missus I see a lotta people try to be who they ain’t We don’t want money that fit in the bag we want the bank Just to spread it around, like icing on the cake White tiger in a cage, Mike Tyson in ‘88 Dedicated like jack boys on Melrose Smash and grab, yo this world became a hell hole “Stay cool” is what I tell those, (word) youngin’s So they don’t end up in jail clothes, c’mon HOOK I dedicated my life my life Dedicated my life my life I dedicated my my, uh (yo that is inspiration) Dedicated my VERSE 2 Whole damn life If I wanted to now I could live an old man life Confronted with how the hood can use more funding More budgets for more teachers Financial literacy, more speeches Chefs come cook for me Look what it took for me The streets had its hooks in me Yeah People ask me what books to read Destruction of black civilization, that’s history Journal of Chris Columbus, that is what interests me Juneteenth holiday finally came and it pisses me Off, for the fact that we came in chains You’ll be physically in pain Dedicated like Ricky Walters, Dougie and Dana Dane
HOOK I dedicated my life my life Dedicated my life my life I dedicated my, uh Dedicated my I dedicated my life my life Dedicated my life my life I dedicated my VERSE 3 Test, test, yeah, yunno To get to this point I might have to write a script, a manuscript Yo, yo, ghetto manners is you thuggin’ me or asking? Finessin’ me or pressin’ me, well none of that is happenin’ Accessory to murder not necessarily Manson I’m just a G in constructs a Pelle Pels or a Vanson Ratty clothes we haven’t spoke in years, pat his coat Check his waistline, he spyin’ on who has the most Best to leave me alone, I get in my zone Laughin’ with African presidents while over the phone Shit be feeling like the last days, cash made Mirrors on the ceiling with a bad babe Same age with niggas be having mad grays Million Man March with real niggas never last place Blazin’ gats like young Haitian Jack Me and money go together like the 80’s and crack Shorty aura like Kimora rockin’ Baby Phat I’m droppin bars nigga like I’m on stage with smack To my niggas who have staples from the navel up Healed up, had to chill a while, lay in the cut Shorty tried to wop me down in the Mercedes truck Pulled up, cobblestone ground in my palatial hut Paradis for niggas still doing deals in the street Original Backwoods I fill ‘em with green Am I a musician? Or am I a magician? No tricks, just real shit, straight out the kitchen
Pure magic No tricks, no tricks No tricks No tricks, pure magic
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Nasir Jones/Chauncey Hollis Jr [00:20.742]Yeah [00:25.742]When Carlito was dying [00:26.992]He see the shadow of his girl dancing with the baby [00:29.491]Like **** it it’s my time [00:30.751]But if God save me [00:31.756]Maybe I’ll erase any vice that could potentially bring harm to me [00:35.002]Before I make a move I think about it karmically [00:37.743]Everything come back like a boomerang [00:39.741]I’m black as Paul Mooney slang [00:44.881]And all I pray for is health and a sustainable business and a faithful missus [00:45.885]I see a lotta people try to be who they ain’t [00:48.375]We don’t want money that fit in the bag we want the bank [00:50.882]Just to spread it around, like icing on the cake [00:54.774]White tiger in a cage, Mike Tyson in ‘88 [00:55.777]Dedicated like jack boys on Melrose [00:58.276]Smash and grab, yo this world became a hell hole [01:02.231]“Stay cool” is what I tell those, (word) youngin’s [01:05.904]So they don’t end up in jail clothes, c’mon [01:05.904]HOOK [01:05.904]I dedicated my life my life [01:08.370]Dedicated my life my life [01:08.868]I dedicated my my, uh (yo that is inspiration) [01:16.045]Dedicated my [01:16.045]VERSE 2 [01:17.247]Whole damn life [01:18.239]If I wanted to now I could live an old man life [01:20.740]Confronted with how the hood can use more funding [01:22.996]More budgets for more teachers [01:24.240]Financial literacy, more speeches [01:26.497]Chefs come cook for me [01:28.426]Look what it took for me [01:28.936]The streets had its hooks in me [01:30.672]Yeah [01:32.100]People ask me what books to read [01:32.600]Destruction of black civilization, that’s history [01:35.606]Journal of Chris Columbus, that is what interests me [01:37.852]Juneteenth holiday finally came and it pisses me [01:40.350]Off, for the fact that we came in chains [01:42.101]You’ll be physically in pain [01:43.351]Dedicated like Ricky Walters, Dougie and Dana Dane [01:45.103] [01:45.350]HOOK [01:45.850]I dedicated my life my life [01:47.611]Dedicated my life my life [01:54.499]I dedicated my, uh [01:55.245]Dedicated my [01:57.508]I dedicated my life my life [02:01.698]Dedicated my life my life [02:02.444]I dedicated my [02:06.880]VERSE 3 [02:10.886]Test, test, yeah, yunno [02:16.386]To get to this point [02:20.380]I might have to write a script, a manuscript [02:24.141]Yo, yo, ghetto manners is you thuggin’ me or asking? [02:29.631]Finessin’ me or pressin’ me, well none of that is happenin’ [02:32.134]Accessory to murder not necessarily Manson [02:35.578]I’m just a G in constructs a Pelle Pels or a Vanson [02:37.579]Ratty clothes we haven’t spoke in years, pat his coat [02:40.340]Check his waistline, he spyin’ on who has the most [02:42.829]Best to leave me alone, I get in my zone [02:45.585]Laughin’ with African presidents while over the phone [02:48.078]Shit be feeling like the last days, cash made [02:50.831]Mirrors on the ceiling with a bad babe [02:53.583]Same age with niggas be having mad grays [02:56.078]Million Man March with real niggas never last place [02:59.090]Blazin’ gats like young Haitian Jack [03:01.581]Me and money go together like the 80’s and crack [03:03.839]Shorty aura like Kimora rockin’ Baby Phat [03:06.579]I’m droppin bars nigga like I’m on stage with smack [03:09.330]To my niggas who have staples from the navel up [03:11.830]Healed up, had to chill a while, lay in the cut [03:14.590]Shorty tried to wop me down in the Mercedes truck [03:17.796]Pulled up, cobblestone ground in my palatial hut [03:20.731]Paradis for niggas still doing deals in the street [03:23.941]Original Backwoods I fill ‘em with green [03:26.892]Am I a musician? Or am I a magician? [03:30.830]No tricks, just real shit, straight out the kitchen [03:31.837] [03:32.084]Pure magic [03:34.830]No tricks, no tricks [03:38.514]No tricks [03:41.015]No tricks, pure magic
