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Mobb Deep
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One of Ours Part II
作詞:Albert J Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Jason T Phillips
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aha Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Okay One more time, Nigga
You know, situation like this Sometimes you know you gotta give back to the community Gotta show these motherfuckers how to wipe them thangs off y'know? Teach 'em a little somethin'
Pick you up, off your feet like a forklift, but instead it's the four-fifth Ragu red, your brain leakin' them sauces Like an, autopsy leavin 'em nauseous, when I aim at your bosses Put a pep in that bop that you walk with When my tec spittin' at reinforcements I could never be a victim but the streets I endorsed it Spittin' that real, y'all cowards just cough it Like fluids in my lungs, motherfucker, I'm more sick
You turn them hoes off, I put 'em on so they on this You talk game grammar school, mines metamorphic Dem fools ain't killin' nuttin' in the club, they all bent My intent is to sober that ass up, leave 'em all drenched See what a few cups of liquor can offset Got a little paper, I ain't stressin', they all press Ain't sellin' records, they come at me for more press When they realize it's real them dudes out coppin' more vests Better learn how to
Wipe them guns off, get that money, money Wipe a nigga smile, off ain't nuttin' funny Show you motherfuckers, just how hungry you Get when your feet are touchin', kid, a nigga hungry Wipe them guns off, get that money, money Wipe a nigga smile, off ain't nuttin' funny Show you motherfuckers, just how hungry you Get when your feet are touchin', yeah, he one of ours
P gunna, shots stay a come up out them Hammers at light speed, make it a hot summer In New York, New York, A.K.A., Ground Zero The Big Apple, with the worms in the middle The White Castle, the Empire State The home of that Time magazine new face Metropolis of the world, I'll show you where I come from By how the cash stack and how I make a gun bust 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
But look past that and listen how a killer be Imagine the concert, they dancin' on they seats Shorty mad gettin' stained, she damn near about to faint She never saw a grimy, dirty nigga like P With mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin' hard not to blink Don't wanna miss a thing, the song that we sing Mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin' hard not to blink Don't wanna miss a thing, the song that we sing, bang
Wipe them guns off, get that money, money Wipe a nigga smile, off ain't nuttin' funny Show you motherfuckers, just how hungry you Get when your feet are touchin', kid, a nigga hungry Wipe them guns off, get that money, money Wipe a nigga smile, off ain't nuttin' funny Show you motherfuckers, just how hungry you Get when your feet are touchin', yeah, he one of ours
My niggaz, they can't stop us Ev'rysince we got our hands on the AR's, the S, and the fresh choppers All of them is filled to the top with the vest poppers We can get it on with America's best coppers Soon as the lead pop you, whoever don't make it To the funeral or wake can catch you on Ted Koppel I'm a rare thumper, you just a gay nigga With a rainbow sticker on your rear bumper
They say life is short, death is longer That makes it even harder to express my hunger And I don't wanna polly y'all, I'm a zone of my own Sorta like Tom Hanks talkin' to that volleyball A 'Cast Away', I'll blast away Fuck, if you broke tomorrow, get cash today And even though it's hard, niggaz is on they job It's the Ryders and the Mobb, before my niggaz starve we'll
Wipe them guns off, get that money, money Wipe a nigga smile, off ain't nuttin' funny Show you motherfuckers, just how hungry you Get when your feet are touchin', kid, a nigga hungry Wipe them guns off, get that money, money Wipe a nigga smile, off ain't nuttin' funny Show you motherfuckers, just how hungry you Get when your feet are touchin', yeah, he one of ours
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