[00:00.000] 作词 : Marcellus Rayvon Register/Timothy Patterson/Gerald Leroy Chauncey Page/Douglas Gibbs/Ralph Johnson/Shawn Carter
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Marcellus Rayvon Register/Timothy Patterson/Gerald Leroy Chauncey Page/Douglas Gibbs/Ralph Johnson/Shawn Carter
[00:22.731]I can't see it comin' down my eyes
[00:25.331]But you done made the hood cry
[00:28.434]I can't see it comin' down my eyes
[00:30.986]But you done made the hood cry
[00:34.146]I can't see it comin' down my eyes
[00:36.509]But you done made the hood cry
[00:39.905]Can't see it comin' down my eyes
[00:42.180]But you done made the–, damn, yeah
[00:44.610]Was the same, knew the game, knew the code, knew the ropes
[00:47.515]Spend his days gettin' high, still workin' on the low
[00:50.207]Still waitin' on his lick while he runnin' through the load
[00:53.108]They could tell he in the trap from the pictures that he post
[00:55.834]From the company that he keep, from the watches on his sleeves
[00:58.712]When there's pressure on your back, you know it be hard to sleep
[01:01.556]When there's pressure on your back, gotta get it any means
[01:04.427]Got him cornered cuttin' clients, told him spend that shit with me
[01:07.205]At the table baggin' packs, bitch, he dreamin' 'bout a key
[01:10.027]You know ain't no turnin' back, how I'm livin' in the D
[01:12.805]Why they stabbed him in the back? He would think that it was beef
[01:15.621]Shakin' hands with fake friends, ain't no love in the street
[01:18.547]Gave a hug to his mama, felt her legs gettin' weak
[01:21.324]Ain't nobody heard a thing, he been dead for a week
[01:24.147]Lose-lose 'cause his potnas, they won't stand on a thing
[01:26.947]Then I heard my phone ring, different day the same thing
[01:30.099]****, I can't see it comin' down my eyes
[01:33.110]But you done made the hood cry
[01:36.141]I can't see it comin' down my eyes
[01:38.739]But you done made the hood cry
[01:41.845]I can't see it comin' down my eyes
[01:44.394]But you done made the hood cry
[01:47.760]Can't see it comin' down my eyes
[01:49.958]But you done made the, damn, yeah
[01:52.174]You know the trenches devastated
[01:53.947]Got your obituary laminated
[01:56.213]Overdosing on this medication, meditating
[01:58.868]Without you here, the hood been segregated
[02:01.137]Sheddin' tears about your expiration
[02:02.923]**** up and left a gangsta
[02:04.640]Gimme drop, I need a destination
[02:06.608]Like, '**** the last one you caught, renew your registration'
[02:09.404]Like, '**** whoever ain't gon' slide about this declaration'
[02:12.379]Ostracized without no explanation
[02:14.399]Yeah, he no longer team
[02:15.918]G- O- D, if I don't step, you got my soul to keep
[02:18.707]G- O- D, them boys the type to postpone the beef
[02:21.523]G- O- D, this shit bunk, ain't how it's 'posed to be
[02:24.084]Pointers 'round your portrait on this Cuban keep you close to me
[02:26.682]I love you, Blood
[02:27.832]**** ain't **** with you, but actin' like they **** with Blood
[02:30.658]Yeah, that's what ****ed us up
[02:32.151]Said, 'I love you, Blood'
[02:33.398]**** ain't **** with you, but actin' like they **** with Blood
[02:36.247]Ain't tryna thunder nothin'
[02:38.253]I can't see it comin' down my eyes
[02:40.799]But you done made the hood cry
[02:43.914]I can't see it comin' down my eyes
[02:46.474]But you done made the hood cry
[02:49.584]I can't see it comin' down my eyes
[02:52.123]But you done made the hood cry
[02:55.496]Can't see it comin' down my eyes
[02:57.794]But you done made the, damn, yeah

作词 : Marcellus Rayvon Register/Timothy Patterson/Gerald Leroy Chauncey Page/Douglas Gibbs/Ralph Johnson/Shawn Carter
作曲 : Marcellus Rayvon Register/Timothy Patterson/Gerald Leroy Chauncey Page/Douglas Gibbs/Ralph Johnson/Shawn Carter
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
But you done made the hood cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
But you done made the hood cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
But you done made the hood cry
Can't see it comin' down my eyes
But you done made the–, damn, yeah
Was the same, knew the game, knew the code, knew the ropes
Spend his days gettin' high, still workin' on the low
Still waitin' on his lick while he runnin' through the load
They could tell he in the trap from the pictures that he post
From the company that he keep, from the watches on his sleeves
When there's pressure on your back, you know it be hard to sleep
When there's pressure on your back, gotta get it any means
Got him cornered cuttin' clients, told him spend that shit with me
At the table baggin' packs, bitch, he dreamin' 'bout a key
You know ain't no turnin' back, how I'm livin' in the D
Why they stabbed him in the back? He would think that it was beef
Shakin' hands with fake friends, ain't no love in the street
Gave a hug to his mama, felt her legs gettin' weak
Ain't nobody heard a thing, he been dead for a week
Lose-lose 'cause his potnas, they won't stand on a thing
Then I heard my phone ring, different day the same thing
****, I can't see it comin' down my eyes
But you done made the hood cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
But you done made the hood cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
But you done made the hood cry
Can't see it comin' down my eyes
But you done made the, damn, yeah
You know the trenches devastated
Got your obituary laminated
Overdosing on this medication, meditating
Without you here, the hood been segregated
Sheddin' tears about your expiration
**** up and left a gangsta
Gimme drop, I need a destination
Like, '**** the last one you caught, renew your registration'
Like, '**** whoever ain't gon' slide about this declaration'
Ostracized without no explanation
Yeah, he no longer team
G- O- D, if I don't step, you got my soul to keep
G- O- D, them boys the type to postpone the beef
G- O- D, this shit bunk, ain't how it's 'posed to be
Pointers 'round your portrait on this Cuban keep you close to me
I love you, Blood
**** ain't **** with you, but actin' like they **** with Blood
Yeah, that's what ****ed us up
Said, 'I love you, Blood'
**** ain't **** with you, but actin' like they **** with Blood
Ain't tryna thunder nothin'
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
But you done made the hood cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
But you done made the hood cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
But you done made the hood cry
Can't see it comin' down my eyes
But you done made the, damn, yeah