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Jay Z( ジェイ・Z )
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U Don't Know (Remix)
作詞:Bobby Byrd, Shawn Carter, J. Smith
You gotta let this one breathe, just Just let it breathe for a sec Yup, Hovi's home Newest edition to the ROC M.O.P. The Blueprint 2 is on its way I know ya hear my footsteps out there, comin' Let's go get 'em just
Time to duck, fire Duck, fire, duck, fire Duck, fire, duck, fire It's the M.O.P. and the dip code is 1, 1, 2, 3, 3
And motherfucker we comin, 100 miles and gunnin I'm still runnin' with cash that's robbed From the era of exhale 80's and hats back stomp Same game, operation for this industry lockdown We still tote hammers that go blockow Run up if you wanna, believe me dog These hammers with they owners, fuck ya G up Have ya with blue 'jamas in a coma, and
Ya family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone A little fuck, scribbled up with a hospital down on We holdin' it down homes keep pushin' weak frail bastards To get over, we prowl with slimmer re-shelled tactics Jiminy frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups No limit, what the fuck, recordin' for nig' junior The game aint changed, it just got harder Plus we sponsored by laz' Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter Brownsville, we stomp in this bitch all day Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage
I'm from the G side of thangs Where we ride and bang, where the heat died of flame That's how we got the name Warriors and better than ya bank And someone should be tellin 'em the veterans have came And we're better in the game, you better make it rain, 27 grams My, man it's better than cocaine, now everything will change In this family we'll rule the world And you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup
And I'm a decade on the grind, nigga I paid mine もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com So it's my time to shine and for you can ride the pine I wont sit back and rap like these dumb ass kids I been around, I put it down, I ain't these young ass kids M.O.P. the OG's repped and survived around this motherfucka First family, we kept it live around this motherucka When it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay For shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols and BK
Turn my music high, high, high, higher Mo' fire, mo' problems, more Roc-a-wear attire Mo' money, mo' murder now that M.O.P.'s hired Mo' murder for the ROC empire, ya'll won't surface Ya'll nervous knowin them guns on full service, ready to fire One body, two body, three body, four Young sittin' on paper, I'm above the law Young shittin' on haters, I ain't fuckin' with ya'll For my Brownsville neighbors How about some hardcore?
And it just get worser, every time I write my signature in cursive Just add another million to these verses One million, two million, three million, four And the money's really worthless, I'm pissing you off on purpose My nephew's situated, and my mama's straight So I'm ready for whatever drama should come our way And you niggas rappin' to me, so your drama is fake You dudes is noodles, I got more ziti to bake
You dudes is cake, I keep two biscuits on the waist Razorblades under the tongue, I will eat ya face Appetite for destruction, I am starvin' today Got a money hungry lawyer that'll eat the case And thats just food for thought, don't let it go to waste Nigga, bite the bullet until you stuffin' ya face I done forgot more than you ever learned What you don't know will make your home a permanent urn, nigga
Do you believe in me? Oh no You don't know what you're doing, doing Do you believe in me? Oh no You don't know what you're doing, doing Do you believe in me?
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