LRC歌词
Trouble again, when the dwellas performing, why yo
Worries again, when the dwellas coming skanking
Hey yo, it's the tall man from the group the cella dwellas
I rock ruff and stuff, but no afro puff
Y'all better start learning, for whom is concerning
My style makes niggas vexed like mississippi burning
All these wack MC's trying to be o-dog and manage at society
At my show's iamb, that's when I get possessed by the gods like Raiden
The Panamanian,
Tasmanian,
AK's like an Arabian
Move the lady and, the baby and, I gets kinda crazy and
Shady and, when I flex the .380 and
Niggas got no wins, crush them like wheat thins
Peace to all the shorties whoever hit me off with skins
When them fed bloodshed by the liter
No impala, 850 coupe two seater
And mida, mida mayne, don't sleep
One love to my all peeps that rest in peace
Phone dials from the rooftop
Stay in trouble like 2Pac,
With dumb dumb and hollow tips
Some swallow sh*t, others get grazed
Others burn and cause to blaze, bruh
Under ground, gets down for his
So blond kids putting krazy glue on the eyelids, so
Act like Po and get low, when you hear the ch-ch blow blow
Of the boo-ya, bringing it to ya chest, hit ya cardio
Muscle is the part of ya, hustle the bus stop
To rust stock, to come from empty em
Many men, big dust when the max lit
When the track hits the dat split from the fat sh*t
You better prepare for warfare in the Brooklyn streets
Don't pick up your chest or fake gats
Cuz mats is what I run to, and gun through
Bodies, niggas die for cash causing haughty
Gotti is the Italian stallion I want to be like
Me and you G ride cracks like ninja bikes
Watch yo a**, cuz Cella Dwellas lurking
Name ain't Anthony, but the shank's still perking
Out my stoop got mad troops
In my ride I wanna sun roof and stash place to make the gun proof
From the keystone cops who get no props
For these soldier toys, trying to be rough like corduroy
If you want the drama caps get peeled, like that is real
Like that for crab niggas who squeal like that
And chit chat behind my back, lie fair face
Them kinda tricks we convict on the stair case
Yo some bad news, like the bad
Where's my homies? like killa now
My killer style gets the check, so I can pay the bills
To get the dills, run up in chicks named Beverly hills
9-0-2-1-0, the duo dynamic, so push the panic button
How UG be the emcee, you can't see, like the muppets nanny
The man be sticking niggas for grand
(Sh*t be walking in the dark alley man)
Like Chris Tucker, sh*t raiser, in the wrist band
Riff and, open your mouth is like? box
So stop screwing and bad looks
Don't tempt me, to let the 4-4 empty
Worries again, when the dwellas coming skanking
Hey yo, it's the tall man from the group the cella dwellas
I rock ruff and stuff, but no afro puff
Y'all better start learning, for whom is concerning
My style makes niggas vexed like mississippi burning
All these wack MC's trying to be o-dog and manage at society
At my show's iamb, that's when I get possessed by the gods like Raiden
The Panamanian,
Tasmanian,
AK's like an Arabian
Move the lady and, the baby and, I gets kinda crazy and
Shady and, when I flex the .380 and
Niggas got no wins, crush them like wheat thins
Peace to all the shorties whoever hit me off with skins
When them fed bloodshed by the liter
No impala, 850 coupe two seater
And mida, mida mayne, don't sleep
One love to my all peeps that rest in peace
Phone dials from the rooftop
Stay in trouble like 2Pac,
With dumb dumb and hollow tips
Some swallow sh*t, others get grazed
Others burn and cause to blaze, bruh
Under ground, gets down for his
So blond kids putting krazy glue on the eyelids, so
Act like Po and get low, when you hear the ch-ch blow blow
Of the boo-ya, bringing it to ya chest, hit ya cardio
Muscle is the part of ya, hustle the bus stop
To rust stock, to come from empty em
Many men, big dust when the max lit
When the track hits the dat split from the fat sh*t
You better prepare for warfare in the Brooklyn streets
Don't pick up your chest or fake gats
Cuz mats is what I run to, and gun through
Bodies, niggas die for cash causing haughty
Gotti is the Italian stallion I want to be like
Me and you G ride cracks like ninja bikes
Watch yo a**, cuz Cella Dwellas lurking
Name ain't Anthony, but the shank's still perking
Out my stoop got mad troops
In my ride I wanna sun roof and stash place to make the gun proof
From the keystone cops who get no props
For these soldier toys, trying to be rough like corduroy
If you want the drama caps get peeled, like that is real
Like that for crab niggas who squeal like that
And chit chat behind my back, lie fair face
Them kinda tricks we convict on the stair case
Yo some bad news, like the bad
Where's my homies? like killa now
My killer style gets the check, so I can pay the bills
To get the dills, run up in chicks named Beverly hills
9-0-2-1-0, the duo dynamic, so push the panic button
How UG be the emcee, you can't see, like the muppets nanny
The man be sticking niggas for grand
(Sh*t be walking in the dark alley man)
Like Chris Tucker, sh*t raiser, in the wrist band
Riff and, open your mouth is like? box
So stop screwing and bad looks
Don't tempt me, to let the 4-4 empty
文本歌词
Trouble again, when the dwellas performing, why yoWorries again, when the dwellas coming skankingHey yo, it's the tall man from the group the cella dwellasI rock ruff and stuff, but no afro puffY'all better start learning, for whom is concerningMy style makes niggas vexed like mississippi burningAll these wack MC's trying to be o-dog and manage at societyAt my show's iamb, that's when I get possessed by the gods like RaidenThe Panamanian,Tasmanian,AK's like an ArabianMove the lady and, the baby and, I gets kinda crazy andShady and, when I flex the .380 andNiggas got no wins, crush them like wheat thinsPeace to all the shorties whoever hit me off with skinsWhen them fed bloodshed by the literNo impala, 850 coupe two seaterAnd mida, mida mayne, don't sleepOne love to my all peeps that rest in peacePhone dials from the rooftopStay in trouble like 2Pac,With dumb dumb and hollow tipsSome swallow sh*t, others get grazedOthers burn and cause to blaze, bruhUnder ground, gets down for hisSo blond kids putting krazy glue on the eyelids, soAct like Po and get low, when you hear the ch-ch blow blowOf the boo-ya, bringing it to ya chest, hit ya cardioMuscle is the part of ya, hustle the bus stopTo rust stock, to come from empty emMany men, big dust when the max litWhen the track hits the dat split from the fat sh*tYou better prepare for warfare in the Brooklyn streetsDon't pick up your chest or fake gatsCuz mats is what I run to, and gun throughBodies, niggas die for cash causing haughtyGotti is the Italian stallion I want to be likeMe and you G ride cracks like ninja bikesWatch yo a**, cuz Cella Dwellas lurkingName ain't Anthony, but the shank's still perkingOut my stoop got mad troopsIn my ride I wanna sun roof and stash place to make the gun proofFrom the keystone cops who get no propsFor these soldier toys, trying to be rough like corduroyIf you want the drama caps get peeled, like that is realLike that for crab niggas who squeal like thatAnd chit chat behind my back, lie fair faceThem kinda tricks we convict on the stair caseYo some bad news, like the badWhere's my homies? like killa nowMy killer style gets the check, so I can pay the billsTo get the dills, run up in chicks named Beverly hills9-0-2-1-0, the duo dynamic, so push the panic buttonHow UG be the emcee, you can't see, like the muppets nannyThe man be sticking niggas for grand(Sh*t be walking in the dark alley man)Like Chris Tucker, sh*t raiser, in the wrist bandRiff and, open your mouth is like? boxSo stop screwing and bad looksDon't tempt me, to let the 4-4 empty
