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When Death Becomes You
作詞:Lamont Herbert Dozier, Alex Fitts, Jamal Gerard Grinnage, Brian Holland, Edward, Jr. Holland, Curtis Jackson, Eric Murray, Matt Penttilla
Yeah, nigga The smoke of New York Get up, come on
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you Some say your soul may burn in the flame So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave
You a rider right, that ride tonight Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight Nigga cock the steal, this is kill or be killed Nigga shit is real in the field
What's the procedures nigga When you got a hammer in your mouth? When you laid down and cry? When you stand up and die?
Like the man that I am, fire Yes, yes, give 'em the whole thang
I'm a legend in the town, now Since your all gangstered up lets get the fuck down Big Bill dancin' I'm reppin for buck town Nigga see me dummin' I'm comin', clutchin' the pound
Don't worry about my whereabouts We air um out, clear um out, yes yes The pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up Th-th-that's what's up
You too tough nigga, you dun rap it up Brownsville, cl-cl-clap it up Fif put in the call We ready to brawl with everyone of you or, yes yes
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you Some say your soul may burn in the flame 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave
You a rider right, that ride tonight Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight Nigga cock the steal, this is kill or be killed Nigga shit is real in the field
You got these young niggaz hollerin' murderer Copper chops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka Niggaz don't give a fuck I seen a nigga shoot my momz Right in front of my mother fuckin' face
See in the 'ville, ain't such a thing as a straight bullet When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it Slugs ain't never outta season All you gotta do is give a mother fucker one reason
Blood stains on the ceilin' Same place he stood, that's what they leave 'em Don't black it out, lets just squeezin' off with your gun 'Cuz you gon' get your punk ass robbed with the young You know the drill
I'ma give your ass three seconds to bounce And you better not chark One, fuck that, dumb bitch, rest in bliss
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you Some say your soul may burn in the flame So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave
You a rider right, that ride tonight Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight Nigga cock the steal, this is kill or be killed Nigga shit is real in the field
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