[00:00.000] 作曲 : AZ/Calvin Jones/Jean Louis Pinot Pudour
[00:05.082]Laid up with this skinny chick, Baileys with the Henny mix
[00:07.934]My man Bond sent me flicks, claimed he ain't seen me since
[00:10.668]96, since he blew trial for them 3 attempts
[00:13.368]Street events, Feds on the sweep, but you see me tense?
[00:16.001]Chill a lot, ****** wanna know if I'm real or not, kill or not
[00:18.453]If I'm holdin', what kind of steel I got
[00:21.151]False alarms, tatoos all across my arms
[00:24.008]Bail bonds, a while back almost lost my moms
[00:26.665]Check that, taking this paper you can bet that
[00:29.073]No set backs, ****tin' on ****** wit out the Exlax
[00:31.719]Ice showin', Polo sweats all whit glowin'
[00:34.619]Blunted, Suzuki 600, twelfth Riech's blowin'
[00:37.315]Headline ******, Fed time ******, crime ******
[00:40.571]Street worth 9 figures
[00:42.389]It's a war now, hard to the core for sure now
[00:44.858]Raw style, four fours to your door now
[00:47.846]Doe chasin', in the race ****** slow pacin'
[00:50.544]Temptation, send a ***** to blow your face in
[00:53.044]Plans rollin', handsome *****'s hands golden
[00:55.664]Stand chosen, pockets on my pants swollen
[00:58.310]Pleed the Fifth, real ****** don't need to riff
[01:00.814]Automatic ****, for fakin' that's what you faggots get
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[01:14.230]Out of 30 men, know 20 that's worthy men
[01:17.007]10 is friends, the other 10'd probably turn me in
[01:19.850]Phone tapped, born in Brooklyn, hold my own gat
[01:22.443]Unknown traps keep jail ****** goin' back
[01:24.772]Time tickin', young shorty mind flippin'
[01:27.474]Blind addiction turn a killer from a fine Christian
[01:30.588]Streets ruined from sneaky shit ****** keep doin'
[01:33.163]Snakes, that's why I hand shake and keep movin'
[01:35.575]World supremest, cook Coke like a chemist
[01:38.168]But it's finished, a little jail time helped me replenish
[01:40.903]Thank God, almost bagged a rape charge in '86
[01:44.511]That's what I get ******' a crazy *****
[01:46.456]Rough life, stab wounds, cuts and bites
[01:48.993]Is dice, I guess I was blessed to touch mics
[01:51.378]Borciase my words spreads across tribes
[01:54.270]Who live? Made for the system up in your ride