作曲 : AZ No need for Lato's, pure straight out Bolivia Peru, uncut baby, what? Life is a struggle That's why *************s I know stay on the juggle Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin' It seems sickenin', but what? Whatever makes the pockets thickin' ************* police and no remorse for the beasts That's lost on the streets, that pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece I'm lost chief, runnin' through strips, thinkin' of top dealers, fillin' TEC clips, wit 'cop killers' that could stop gorillas Shovin' a stubnose in buttholes, I'm nutso Skitzo, clepto, killin' *************t up throughout the metro My thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug inves*************ents Sketch my reference, takin' papers considered preference And violations will lead to kidnappin, decapitation So what you're facin', is realism that's in activation Livin' off land with five honeys playin' my hand Me and fam, sippin' off Guinness stout and eatin' clams It's all part of plans, a vet chillin' in Tamps, West and Stans Outta state connect, slugs, ***, drugs and grands What? For my hype *************s (Uncut) Trife *************s (Raw), 25-to-life *************s This is as, pure as o***m Purified for street players to open em Space, like three els laced with coke in em Shots awoken em, fake uniform jakes approachin' em Six trips, to young clips and killers coachin' em However though, fake ass *************s'll never know Cuz my method's perfected I'm movin' sceptic and never show I'm soon to blow, stack doe, lay on the low While I'm sippin' Cristal I mess with Long Island and Moe A part of nature, me wan' acres in Jamaica Puffin' exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper So exhale, cuz if I don't live to tell Then ************* it, farewell I'll see the rest of y'all *************s in hell What? For my hype *************s (Uncut) Trife *************s (Raw), 25-to-life *************s So all my good fellas, h****n, coke and ************* sellers What the ************* cats can't tell us, if they ain't got bread to bail us? Have to survive, I haven't seen it all, Peter pay Paul From the connivers to the livest, they crack fool It's all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore Plenty young for war, gettin' their minds flunked and sore Yo dun, ************* the 4..... Mother******s think we're playin', back em down Holdin' *************s for hostages, what? What?
[00:00.000] 作曲 : AZ [00:00.917]No need for Lato's, pure straight out Bolivia [00:05.041]Peru, uncut baby, what? [00:09.817]Life is a struggle [00:10.676]That's why *************s I know stay on the juggle [00:12.663]Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you [00:15.073]Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin' [00:17.711]It seems sickenin', but what? [00:19.146]Whatever makes the pockets thickin' [00:20.638]************* police and no remorse for the beasts [00:22.588]That's lost on the streets, [00:23.469]that pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece [00:25.474]I'm lost chief, runnin' through strips, [00:27.039]thinkin' of top dealers, fillin' TEC clips, [00:28.972]wit 'cop killers' that could stop gorillas [00:30.893]Shovin' a stubnose in buttholes, I'm nutso [00:33.152]Skitzo, clepto, killin' *************t up throughout the metro [00:35.651]My thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug inves*************ents [00:38.156]Sketch my reference, takin' papers considered preference [00:40.816]And violations will lead to kidnappin, decapitation [00:43.334]So what you're facin', is realism that's in activation [00:46.152]Livin' off land with five honeys playin' my hand [00:48.454]Me and fam, sippin' off Guinness stout and eatin' clams [00:50.731]It's all part of plans, a vet chillin' in Tamps, West and Stans [00:53.512]Outta state connect, slugs, ***, drugs and grands [00:56.743]What? For my hype *************s (Uncut) [00:58.649]Trife *************s (Raw), 25-to-life *************s [01:01.042]This is as, pure as o***m [01:02.515]Purified for street players to open em [01:04.430]Space, like three els laced with coke in em [01:06.424]Shots awoken em, fake uniform jakes approachin' em [01:09.022]Six trips, to young clips and killers coachin' em [01:11.484]However though, fake ass *************s'll never know [01:13.837]Cuz my method's perfected [01:14.840]I'm movin' sceptic and never show [01:16.694]I'm soon to blow, stack doe, lay on the low [01:19.015]While I'm sippin' Cristal I mess with Long Island and Moe [01:21.560]A part of nature, me wan' acres in Jamaica [01:24.246]Puffin' exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper [01:27.132]So exhale, cuz if I don't live to tell [01:29.185]Then ************* it, farewell [01:30.153]I'll see the rest of y'all *************s in hell [01:32.551]What? For my hype *************s (Uncut) [01:34.384]Trife *************s (Raw), 25-to-life *************s [01:36.810]So all my good fellas, h****n, coke and ************* sellers [01:39.424]What the ************* cats can't tell us, [01:40.753]if they ain't got bread to bail us? [01:42.429]Have to survive, I haven't seen it all, Peter pay Paul [01:45.069]From the connivers to the livest, they crack fool [01:47.427]It's all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore [01:49.801]Plenty young for war, gettin' their minds flunked and sore [01:52.216]Yo dun, ************* the 4..... [01:54.131]Mother******s think we're playin', back em down [01:57.343]Holdin' *************s for hostages, what? What?
