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Who Did You Expect (Backstage LP Version)
作詞:Kaseem Dean, Sean Jacobs, Jason Phillips, David Styles
Yo, even if I just cooked up, if money's comin' give you it moist And don't be scared to die, I ain't give you a choice Niggas'll try to kill you 'cuz of what they think you got And the ambulance'll take longer if they think you shot Nigga f**k the bullshit, kiss keep a full clip In front of the store rockin' gauze in the wool rich Blowin' sticky green grass, that'll sit me on my ass
Wit a mean sports coupe with 160 on the dash So what I got a Rollie, and it got alotta ice I pull my gun out, and bet I get another one tonight Your brother died, bet your mother lose another son tonight I'm clever, only time we party, when we beat a body Or when they free Gotti, so that means never To my niggas in they cell wit a hour of rec
Or K.L., for beatin' a coward to death I feel y'all, so feel me, even if y'all guilty Time y'all niggas come home, the God'll be filthy Even though by then these fagg*ts probably be done killed me I tell my son, keep it real, give y'all niggas each a bill So what's the deal, niggas y'all know the deal, uh
Who did you expect, what, L O X to the death And we go hard dog, every time, nothing less Catch us at the dice game, blowin' a thou Never go in to trial, coppin' out, holdin' it down We could get it on, any way shape or form Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and Sheek It ain't hot 'less we are niggas we are the heat 'We are the streets' and we makin' it hard to eat
Ayo, you say f**k me, I feel the same way about you b**** Niggas made you rich and now you act like this Who them thuggest niggas on your team, guns to the triple beam Without rap my nickels gleam, drug money make it seem Fast, niggas puff hydro and hash like it's nicotine Fake niggas, rid o them, who flip from wealth You want space, I give your whole hospital room to yourself
I got doctors who make house calls when niggas get hit That way the press and the cops run shit, feel me kid When it comes to thuggin' it, nigga that's my sport I even pick up your shells so you won't get caught Dumb dumbs, niggas camouflaged playin' as bums Pop up, shoot through the liquor bottle, straighten your lungs
もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Take the bum clothes off, buy a paper at the newsstand Walk by me, scream out, 'Somebody help this man' Not even life insurance helpin' your fam, I'm takin' that I'm from Yonkers motherf******, where the murderers at Murderous gat, we bloodline no cur in our pack You owe us dough, have it as that, I leave it at that, fagg*ts
Who did you expect, what, L O X to the death And we go hard dog, every time, nothing less Catch us at the dice game, blowin' a thou Never go in to trial, coppin' out, holdin' it down We could get it on, any way shape or form Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and Sheek It ain't hot 'less we are niggas we are the heat 'We are the streets' and we makin' it hard to eat
Spittin' to live, two bullets hittin' your ribs You Christen your kids, I let my son listen to B.I.G. I won't stop till a thousand niggas fit in my crib I won't be happy till my last nigga finish his bid All on the top, yeah you could ball in a drop I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no callin' the cops In the middle of the ocean, lettin' my nine pop
Givin' a dime cock, blowin' away Baggin' the yae, tryin' to get a wagon a day Pick up a quarter, and still throw my chain in the water Watch on the floor, b**** I'll put my glock in your jaw Niggas think they own a label, just signed a deal You poppin' that bullshit they might find you killed Slum throwin' the highway, behind the wheel
Or you could do it my way, relax and chill You could worship SP sell cracks and peels B**** I smack your mouth while you smoke in the field Run up in your house, then alarmin' your grill Drama for real, you never seen honor and will Till you wake up in the mornin' and your mama is killed
Who did you expect, what, L O X to the death And we go hard dog, every time, nothing less Catch us at the dice game, blowin' a thou Never go in to trial, coppin' out, holdin' it down We could get it on, any way shape or form Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and Sheek It ain't hot 'less we are niggas we are the heat 'We are the streets' and we makin' it hard to eat, what
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