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[00:00.00] 作词 : Nasir Jones/Samuel Barnes
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Nasir Jones/Samuel Barnes
[00:10.12]Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
[00:13.52]Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though
[00:16.12]You freak mother****ers played out, get ****ed an' ate out
[00:18.69]Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out
[00:21.15]96 ways I made out, Montana way
[00:23.44]The Good F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
[00:26.94]Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray
[00:29.86]A glass of 'Ze make a man Cassius Clay
[00:32.22]Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
[00:35.00]Regulate wit my dunns, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
[00:37.95]Yo, let me let y'all mother****ers know one thing
[00:40.35]There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
[00:43.21]The highlights of livin', Vegas style, roll dice in linen
[00:45.97]Antera spinnin' on Milleniums, twenty G bets
[00:48.74]I'm winnin' them, threats I'm sendin' them
[00:50.43]Lex with TV sets, the minimum, ill **** adrenaline
[00:53.79]Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
[00:56.72]Wet any clique, with the semi-tech, who want it?
[00:59.27]Diamonds, I flaunt it, chickenheads flock, I lace 'em
[01:01.84]Fried broiled with basil, taste 'em, crack the legs
[01:04.35]Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have 'em
[01:07.40]****ing me in the Benz wagon
[01:08.71]Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon?
[01:11.37]Grab your gun, it's on though
[01:12.54]Shit is grimy, real mother****ers buck in broad daylight
[01:15.70]With the broke Mac, it won't spray right
[01:17.71]Don't give a **** who they hit as long as the drama's lit
[01:20.58]Yo, overnight thugs bug 'cause they ain't promised shit
[01:23.58]Hungry ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit
[01:26.28]I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
[01:28.51]I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
[01:31.27]I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
[01:33.70]I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
[01:36.61]I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
[01:39.55]I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
[01:42.25]I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
[01:44.47]I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
[01:47.53]I peeped you frontin', I was in the Jeep
[01:49.76]Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin'
[01:52.35]Across the street, you was wildin'
[01:53.95]Talkin' 'bout how you ran the Island in '89
[01:56.27]Layin' up, playin' the yard with crazy shine
[01:58.65]I cocked a baby 9, that bitch grave be mine
[02:00.81]Clanked him, what was he thinkin'?
[02:02.35]On my corner when it's 'Pay me time'
[02:03.98]Dug 'em, you owe me, cousin, somethin' told me, Plug him
[02:06.46]So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb
[02:09.21]Spun around an' shot one, heard shots an' dropped, son
[02:11.94]Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'Fore the cops come
[02:14.81]Then they came askin' me my name, what the ****?
[02:17.30]I got stitched up an' went through
[02:18.82]Left the hospital that same night, what?
[02:20.87]Got my gat back, time to backtrack
[02:22.94]I had to drop so how the **** I get clapped?
[02:24.83]Black was in the Jeep watchin' all these scenes speed by
[02:27.59]It was a brown Datsun an' yo, nobody in my hood got one
[02:30.92]That clown niggas through, blazin' at his crew daily
[02:33.31]The 'Bridge touched me up severely, hear me?
[02:35.84]So when I rhyme, it's sincerely yours
[02:37.65]Be lightin' Ls, sippin' Coors on all floors in project halls
[02:41.24]Contemplatin' war, mother****ers, I was cool with before
[02:44.30]We used to score together, Uptown coppin' the raw
[02:46.62]But uhh, a thug changes an' love changes
[02:49.63]An' best friends become strangers, word up
[02:52.40]Y'all know my steelo
[02:53.56]There ain't an army that could strike back
[02:57.65]Y'all know my steelo
[02:59.00]There ain't an army that could strike back
[03:02.52]Y'all know my steelo
[03:05.80]There ain't an army that could strike back
[03:08.12]Y'all know my steelo
[03:10.61]There ain't an army that could strike back
[03:15.10]Yo, to them thug mother****ers gettin' it on in the world, you know?
[03:18.19]To them mother****ers that's locked down
[03:20.88]Doin' they thing survivin', ya' knowmsayin'?
[03:23.29]To my thorough mother****ers, New York an' world wide
[03:27.20]Yo, to the Queensbridge Militia
[03:29.63]96 shit, The Firm clique, 'Illmatic', bitch
[03:35.84]'It Was Written' though
[03:37.76]It's been a long time comin'
[03:40.26]Y'all fake mother****ers, tryin' to copy
[03:42.74]Better come with the real though
[03:44.94]Fake ass mother****ers, yo
[03:48.22]They throw us slugs, we throwin' 'em back, what?
[03:50.20]Bring the shit, man, live, man
[03:51.65]**** that, son, 96 shit

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作词 : Nasir Jones/Samuel Barnes
作曲 : Nasir Jones/Samuel Barnes
Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though
You freak mother****ers played out, get ****ed an' ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, Montana way
The Good F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'Ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my dunns, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
Yo, let me let y'all mother****ers know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of livin', Vegas style, roll dice in linen
Antera spinnin' on Milleniums, twenty G bets
I'm winnin' them, threats I'm sendin' them
Lex with TV sets, the minimum, ill **** adrenaline
Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the semi-tech, who want it?
Diamonds, I flaunt it, chickenheads flock, I lace 'em
Fried broiled with basil, taste 'em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have 'em
****ing me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon?
Grab your gun, it's on though
Shit is grimy, real mother****ers buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac, it won't spray right
Don't give a **** who they hit as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs bug 'cause they ain't promised shit
Hungry ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit
I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I peeped you frontin', I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin'
Across the street, you was wildin'
Talkin' 'bout how you ran the Island in '89
Layin' up, playin' the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9, that bitch grave be mine
Clanked him, what was he thinkin'?
On my corner when it's 'Pay me time'
Dug 'em, you owe me, cousin, somethin' told me, Plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun around an' shot one, heard shots an' dropped, son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'Fore the cops come
Then they came askin' me my name, what the ****?
I got stitched up an' went through
Left the hospital that same night, what?
Got my gat back, time to backtrack
I had to drop so how the **** I get clapped?
Black was in the Jeep watchin' all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun an' yo, nobody in my hood got one
That clown niggas through, blazin' at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up severely, hear me?
So when I rhyme, it's sincerely yours
Be lightin' Ls, sippin' Coors on all floors in project halls
Contemplatin' war, mother****ers, I was cool with before
We used to score together, Uptown coppin' the raw
But uhh, a thug changes an' love changes
An' best friends become strangers, word up
Y'all know my steelo
There ain't an army that could strike back
Y'all know my steelo
There ain't an army that could strike back
Y'all know my steelo
There ain't an army that could strike back
Y'all know my steelo
There ain't an army that could strike back
Yo, to them thug mother****ers gettin' it on in the world, you know?
To them mother****ers that's locked down
Doin' they thing survivin', ya' knowmsayin'?
To my thorough mother****ers, New York an' world wide
Yo, to the Queensbridge Militia
96 shit, The Firm clique, 'Illmatic', bitch
'It Was Written' though
It's been a long time comin'
Y'all fake mother****ers, tryin' to copy
Better come with the real though
Fake ass mother****ers, yo
They throw us slugs, we throwin' 'em back, what?
Bring the shit, man, live, man
**** that, son, 96 shit

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