作词 : Hal David 作曲 : Corey Woods/Dennis Coles/Burt Bacharach/Peter Phillips [Intro] Holllllllld it! Now you get out of here, I'm warning you (You bastards can't push us around - wanna fight?) I'll take you on [Raekwon] That *************'s twisted Stop playin with that clip man Close them ****** blinds too man, y'knahmsayin? Yo Don my man, get out of the stove man Get away from the stove ************* Stop playin man, the ************* is you talkin 'bout? I'm in the crib watchin Larry King Live, the new Guccis on Refridgerator, smokin some kush, this *************'s a lighter Swisher, becomin a roach, go get the glass ashtray Pour the glass of Crut, tap the bottle then toast Barrie took a sip of the coors, yeah my son Soon to be 3, tried to fill his bottle then run Then I got a collect call, heard *************z down the block is fightin Some ************* got knifed up brawlin Heard the kid was 19, Lil' Infinity too His father worked up at the dealer he loved Wu They tried him for his Louis', son wasn't havin it though Yeah, yeah my *************, the color of glue Decided on a intervene, guess who tried to wild on me my ************* This is like out of the blue I'm in the Range stretch, jumped out, tucked the chain Proceded to talk to him, then you heard the heavy face slap Think I broke my wrist, now I'm at the hospital vexed ****** up my writing hand, that's my check Now I wanna kill this lil' ************* true Only thing that stop my gun flamin cause he related to you [Ghostface] Who? He ain't related to me Just that I knew him for like 18 years until he violated, stealin my gear My lil' homey, yo he eat anything for me Send him uptown, he get bagged, yo he never call me Come home and still blow cats for me Pump crack, stabbin all them hoodrat shorties A live gunslinger well known, born to dance When the heat is on, Stapleton days, shoot hisself in the groin The gun went off, it looked like a flick When he fell to the floor, holdin his nuts, screamin "God damnit *************t I put one in my *************, what the ************* y'all lookin at me for? Call the police, do somethin Mother******s standin around, watch when I get better All hell's gonna be terror Death to you, you," he pointed at Red I said chill that's fam duke He put real work in that make you puke, ************* that But anyway son indeed, he stole two Polo rugbies Swore to his dead mother, I couldn't take it Yo Lord I knocked out his teeth Now he's rockin those false joints like everything's peace
作词 : Hal David 作曲 : Corey Woods/Dennis Coles/Burt Bacharach/Peter Phillips [Intro] Holllllllld it! Now you get out of here, I'm warning you (You bastards can't push us around - wanna fight?) I'll take you on [Raekwon] That *************'s twisted Stop playin with that clip man Close them ****** blinds too man, y'knahmsayin? Yo Don my man, get out of the stove man Get away from the stove ************* Stop playin man, the ************* is you talkin 'bout? I'm in the crib watchin Larry King Live, the new Guccis on Refridgerator, smokin some kush, this *************'s a lighter Swisher, becomin a roach, go get the glass ashtray Pour the glass of Crut, tap the bottle then toast Barrie took a sip of the coors, yeah my son Soon to be 3, tried to fill his bottle then run Then I got a collect call, heard *************z down the block is fightin Some ************* got knifed up brawlin Heard the kid was 19, Lil' Infinity too His father worked up at the dealer he loved Wu They tried him for his Louis', son wasn't havin it though Yeah, yeah my *************, the color of glue Decided on a intervene, guess who tried to wild on me my ************* This is like out of the blue I'm in the Range stretch, jumped out, tucked the chain Proceded to talk to him, then you heard the heavy face slap Think I broke my wrist, now I'm at the hospital vexed ****** up my writing hand, that's my check Now I wanna kill this lil' ************* true Only thing that stop my gun flamin cause he related to you [Ghostface] Who? He ain't related to me Just that I knew him for like 18 years until he violated, stealin my gear My lil' homey, yo he eat anything for me Send him uptown, he get bagged, yo he never call me Come home and still blow cats for me Pump crack, stabbin all them hoodrat shorties A live gunslinger well known, born to dance When the heat is on, Stapleton days, shoot hisself in the groin The gun went off, it looked like a flick When he fell to the floor, holdin his nuts, screamin "God damnit *************t I put one in my *************, what the ************* y'all lookin at me for? Call the police, do somethin Mother******s standin around, watch when I get better All hell's gonna be terror Death to you, you," he pointed at Red I said chill that's fam duke He put real work in that make you puke, ************* that But anyway son indeed, he stole two Polo rugbies Swore to his dead mother, I couldn't take it Yo Lord I knocked out his teeth Now he's rockin those false joints like everything's peace
