[00:00.00] 作词 : Michael Longo/Akinyele Adams
[00:00.12] 作曲 : Michael Longo/Akinyele Adams
[00:00.24]I never did time, committed mad crime
[00:02.85]Only paid rhymes, but now mother****ers drop dimes
[00:05.28]Harmonizin on a homicide rap
[00:07.26]Singin in the precinct, tryin to catch an
[00:09.18]R&B contract
[00:10.35]Now they hit me with a one to
[00:11.64]THREE, personal-
[00:12.66]LY conspira-
[00:13.53]CY, it doesn't mean shit to
[00:15.03]ME The time will go fast, because
[00:16.56]I'm true blue
[00:17.28]On the DL, back home,
[00:18.69]I got a stash for
[00:19.50]Ma Duke I stack razor blades in my shoe
[00:22.14]Mother****ers threaten to kill the
[00:23.37]Ak, if I ever come through
[00:25.20]And I'm doin 30 more days, in this steel cage
[00:28.44]Locked down with men that go both ways
[00:30.66]But gays ain't gon' grease me
[00:32.16]My razor blade say
[00:32.94]O.P.P., mother****ers in
[00:34.17]P.C. gon' know me
[00:35.61]I'm not the everyday herb
[00:37.17]Actions speak louder than words, so step to the verb
[00:40.23]**** a pro-noun,
[00:41.28]I get down for my crown
[00:42.57]Pass the three-pound, show it to
[00:43.80]King Clown, and watch him lounge
[00:45.51]You know the whole
[00:46.23]PHASE I'm about to go through the government's
[00:48.48]MAZE in about 30 days
[01:00.18]You know my name, no shame in my game
[01:02.76]Best to fly the kid champagne from
[01:04.62]Spain About to go in, to push a
[01:06.63]BID, for wrongs
[01:07.50]I done DID
[01:08.25]Goin away party at the
[01:09.72]CRIB Me and my friends gonna get together
[01:12.12]I didn't think jail could ever,
[01:13.71]I learned to never say never but now we just gonna party.. party..
[01:18.24]****, fiesta.. for-ever..
[01:20.40]Gun ? up on my floor
[01:22.23]All my peeps know they got to keep they damn guns at the door
[01:25.20]Don't wanna get hit, with a bullet, meanin a year time in jail if you can't, comprehend, with the slang friend
[01:30.57]All you do, don't act like nuts
[01:32.13]It don't make no sense for the whole crew, to get locked up
[01:35.16]Bad enough
[01:35.88]I have to go in yo
[01:37.32]But when the shit hit the fan, debris' gotta blow
[01:40.14]Windy days, but ain't nothin changed but the weather
[01:42.66]While I'm locked down, the thugs'll write me no love letters
[01:45.54]That's for queers, couple of years later gator, but hold all them crocodile tears
[01:50.40]Because it ain't like
[01:51.48]I'm dyin You see
[01:52.44]I'm not marked for death, so stop the bloodclot cryin
[01:55.17]This ain't
[01:55.56]The Wizard of
[01:56.04]Oz where I can tap my heels and go for it
[01:58.08]I take it slow, cause
[01:58.89]I'll be home before you know it
[02:00.51]I'm comin through like
[02:01.47]X-rays in approximately, the next 30 days
[02:15.18]But if you think
[02:15.87]I'm tryin to skip town
[02:17.04]You best to purchase a hearing aid and ask yourself how that sound
[02:20.49]I'm not tryin to jump bail, cause that's the dough that
[02:22.89]I'ma use to flip up the new connects, that
[02:24.63]I meet in jail
[02:25.47]Politicians they all know dis
[02:27.15]Every now and then they visit a snitch, who helped em get rich
[02:30.21]Yeah part of the government's plan
[02:32.07]Lock down the man who stack grands, put him in the hand of
[02:34.68]Uncle Sam
[02:35.49]This the stuff, you can't trust for 30 days
[02:37.44]I'm on a bus with mother****ers that fuss over tight handcuffs
[02:40.17]And while
[02:40.56]I'm inside,
[02:41.16]I take in stride
[02:42.27]Livin in prison, stool pigeons know that time don't fly
[02:45.06]Days go by, night gets darker, but
[02:47.28]I'm a New
[02:47.67]York Whalin on your ass like
[02:49.74]Orca Not the
[02:50.61]Avon Lady, stay up out my face
[02:52.41]It only take a shoelace, for a mother****er to catch a new case
[02:55.44]You get done in different ways
[02:57.06]I'm headed for the cage within the next 30 days
[03:09.00]Rob Swift handles business

作词 : Michael Longo/Akinyele Adams
作曲 : Michael Longo/Akinyele Adams
I never did time, committed mad crime
Only paid rhymes, but now mother****ers drop dimes
Harmonizin on a homicide rap
Singin in the precinct, tryin to catch an
R&B contract
Now they hit me with a one to
THREE, personal-
LY conspira-
CY, it doesn't mean shit to
ME The time will go fast, because
I'm true blue
On the DL, back home,
I got a stash for
Ma Duke I stack razor blades in my shoe
Mother****ers threaten to kill the
Ak, if I ever come through
And I'm doin 30 more days, in this steel cage
Locked down with men that go both ways
But gays ain't gon' grease me
My razor blade say
O.P.P., mother****ers in
P.C. gon' know me
I'm not the everyday herb
Actions speak louder than words, so step to the verb
**** a pro-noun,
I get down for my crown
Pass the three-pound, show it to
King Clown, and watch him lounge
You know the whole
PHASE I'm about to go through the government's
MAZE in about 30 days
You know my name, no shame in my game
Best to fly the kid champagne from
Spain About to go in, to push a
BID, for wrongs
I done DID
Goin away party at the
CRIB Me and my friends gonna get together
I didn't think jail could ever,
I learned to never say never but now we just gonna party.. party..
****, fiesta.. for-ever..
Gun ? up on my floor
All my peeps know they got to keep they damn guns at the door
Don't wanna get hit, with a bullet, meanin a year time in jail if you can't, comprehend, with the slang friend
All you do, don't act like nuts
It don't make no sense for the whole crew, to get locked up
Bad enough
I have to go in yo
But when the shit hit the fan, debris' gotta blow
Windy days, but ain't nothin changed but the weather
While I'm locked down, the thugs'll write me no love letters
That's for queers, couple of years later gator, but hold all them crocodile tears
Because it ain't like
I'm dyin You see
I'm not marked for death, so stop the bloodclot cryin
This ain't
The Wizard of
Oz where I can tap my heels and go for it
I take it slow, cause
I'll be home before you know it
I'm comin through like
X-rays in approximately, the next 30 days
But if you think
I'm tryin to skip town
You best to purchase a hearing aid and ask yourself how that sound
I'm not tryin to jump bail, cause that's the dough that
I'ma use to flip up the new connects, that
I meet in jail
Politicians they all know dis
Every now and then they visit a snitch, who helped em get rich
Yeah part of the government's plan
Lock down the man who stack grands, put him in the hand of
Uncle Sam
This the stuff, you can't trust for 30 days
I'm on a bus with mother****ers that fuss over tight handcuffs
And while
I'm inside,
I take in stride
Livin in prison, stool pigeons know that time don't fly
Days go by, night gets darker, but
I'm a New
York Whalin on your ass like
Orca Not the
Avon Lady, stay up out my face
It only take a shoelace, for a mother****er to catch a new case
You get done in different ways
I'm headed for the cage within the next 30 days
Rob Swift handles business