[00:00.00] 作词 : Junie Morrison/George Clinton Jr./William Nichols/Justin Smith/Garry Shider/Alan Williams/Malik Cox/Dwight Grant
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Junie Morrison/George Clinton Jr./William Nichols/Justin Smith/Garry Shider/Alan Williams/Malik Cox/Dwight Grant
[00:00.00]Vocal：Beanie Sigel/Memphis Bleek
[00:02.37][Chorus - Scratching w/ Background voice]
[00:04.47][Beanie Sigel]
[00:06.63]Aiyyo Memph what's wrong with these mother****ers man?
[00:08.37]These mother****ers ain't sayin shit man
[00:09.81]These mother****ers on mute man
[00:12.63]I'ma make you blind mother****ers feel some real
[00:21.27]Aiyyo the guc is here dog I'm back to work
[00:23.58]I took time off a couple mother****ers had to get hurt
[00:26.28]Due to the fact they wack and wasn't strapped
[00:28.53]Packin they gat, now they layin' flat
[00:30.90]In six in green (you know wut i mean?)
[00:32.64]Man I need a new gat for that
[00:34.02]Yo, I'm the coke copper plus the rock chopper
[00:38.25]Down wit M. Bleek, the Marcy prock clocker
[00:40.86]One wreck, the other destroy
[00:42.69]And with that bullshittin vest on, I'm killin' your boys
[00:45.63]I don't play when it come to yae
[00:47.43]I cop cook and collect my dough in one day
[00:49.92]Book rock and collect my dough at one show
[00:52.26]False looks, Memph let one go from the floor
[00:54.09][Memphis Bleek]
[00:54.45]Yo, yo
[00:54.66]Well I'm known to be the master in the M.C. field
[00:57.15]Oh-oh got respect, oh-one I still
[00:59.43]Tote guns to the show and then I jet wit a hoe
[01:01.77]Mother****er mother****ers want to front and get clapped
[01:03.57]Get on the floor, clap a second time
[01:05.40]And make sure I flat-line you
[01:06.93]Let a whole round go, hit mother****ers behind you
[01:09.00]See the gleam on the glock, know the beam on top
[01:11.31]Get shot, popped, and drop, yo the team is the Roc
[01:13.77]As I glance at Mack, a-k-a B-Sigel
[01:16.14]Know we comin' with the macks and the extra Eagles
[01:18.54]I'm not playin, you dudes know what I'm sayin'
[01:20.88]I make a call to my dogs, mother****ers comin' through sprayin'
[01:23.31]What you sayin?
[01:23.79][Chorus]
[01:28.35][Sigel]
[01:42.30]I'm puttin heads to beads, gun straight out the box
[01:45.48]B-Sige, I put up all the roofs and glocks
[01:47.19]I'm not playin, see these guns that I'm sprayin?
[01:49.77]Twin sub oozies, can't budge or move me
[01:52.23]Nickels stay chubby, smokers never choosy
[01:54.66]Don't gotta yell up the block, they come to me
[01:57.12]Packs with colorful tops just like coochies
[01:59.46]New jacks with they pack they like, who he?
[02:02.07]I'm not playin, knock them things off quick
[02:03.99]Got game still think off bullshit
[02:05.67]What you say?
[02:06.18][Bleek]
[02:06.36]With a partner like Sigel, don't come a dime a dozen
[02:08.79]We could be brothers, we better known as cousins
[02:11.07]As we climbed the chart with who the mother****ers want what
[02:13.35]My hood to your hood, we showed the world crew love
[02:16.23]Who wanna play with that Roc-A-team?
[02:18.18]Know that I tote that thing that knock sixteen
[02:21.00]You walk around talkin' this and that
[02:22.95]How I sound like Jay and all my records is wack
[02:25.26]But when I dropped the LP, mother****ers thought it would fold
[02:27.72]Thirty days later, Coming of Age went gold
[02:30.06]What you sayin?
[02:30.63][Chorus]
[02:34.89][Sigel]
[02:49.41]Now party people it's time for this question
[02:51.66]No knock knock, who's that? who's there? or who is it?
[02:54.09]It's the M-A-C-K
[02:55.32]Yes the gun clapper, the duct tape, rope, black mask and kidnapper
[02:59.04]The flow dope, the beats just blazi
[03:01.20]Like Luther Vandrow says, yo 'I am so amazing and I've been waiting'
[03:08.22]For a sucker to attack the cat with two gats
[03:10.71]Yo Bleek, you got my back, show 'em how we do
[03:12.75][Bleek]
[03:12.93]Yo, I fight fire with fire, I make crews retire
[03:15.42]I spit 9 to 5 nines, Bleek for hire
[03:17.76]Your crew murderize, see the guns that I'm bringin
[03:20.34]In an all out battle, Bleek come out swingin'
[03:22.80]Memph the type of nigga that'll spit off quic
[03:25.11]Biggs push the Benz and we spin off quick
[03:27.42]Take a sip of the Cris pour the Belvy with lime
[03:29.82]Crack the Arma del Lope and then I'm goin for mine
[03:32.10]So what you sayin?

作词 : Junie Morrison/George Clinton Jr./William Nichols/Justin Smith/Garry Shider/Alan Williams/Malik Cox/Dwight Grant
作曲 : Junie Morrison/George Clinton Jr./William Nichols/Justin Smith/Garry Shider/Alan Williams/Malik Cox/Dwight Grant
Vocal：Beanie Sigel/Memphis Bleek

Aiyyo Memph what's wrong with these mother****ers man?
These mother****ers ain't sayin shit man
These mother****ers on mute man
I'ma make you blind mother****ers feel some real
Aiyyo the guc is here dog I'm back to work
I took time off a couple mother****ers had to get hurt
Due to the fact they wack and wasn't strapped
Packin they gat, now they layin' flat
In six in green (you know wut i mean?)
Man I need a new gat for that
Yo, I'm the coke copper plus the rock chopper
Down wit M. Bleek, the Marcy prock clocker
One wreck, the other destroy
And with that bullshittin vest on, I'm killin' your boys
I don't play when it come to yae
I cop cook and collect my dough in one day
Book rock and collect my dough at one show
False looks, Memph let one go from the floor
Yo, yo
Well I'm known to be the master in the M.C. field
Oh-oh got respect, oh-one I still
Tote guns to the show and then I jet wit a hoe
Mother****er mother****ers want to front and get clapped
Get on the floor, clap a second time
And make sure I flat-line you
Let a whole round go, hit mother****ers behind you
See the gleam on the glock, know the beam on top
Get shot, popped, and drop, yo the team is the Roc
As I glance at Mack, a-k-a B-Sigel
Know we comin' with the macks and the extra Eagles
I'm not playin, you dudes know what I'm sayin'
I make a call to my dogs, mother****ers comin' through sprayin'
What you sayin?

I'm puttin heads to beads, gun straight out the box
B-Sige, I put up all the roofs and glocks
I'm not playin, see these guns that I'm sprayin?
Twin sub oozies, can't budge or move me
Nickels stay chubby, smokers never choosy
Don't gotta yell up the block, they come to me
Packs with colorful tops just like coochies
New jacks with they pack they like, who he?
I'm not playin, knock them things off quick
Got game still think off bullshit
What you say?
With a partner like Sigel, don't come a dime a dozen
We could be brothers, we better known as cousins
As we climbed the chart with who the mother****ers want what
My hood to your hood, we showed the world crew love
Who wanna play with that Roc-A-team?
Know that I tote that thing that knock sixteen
You walk around talkin' this and that
How I sound like Jay and all my records is wack
But when I dropped the LP, mother****ers thought it would fold
Thirty days later, Coming of Age went gold
What you sayin?

Now party people it's time for this question
No knock knock, who's that? who's there? or who is it?
It's the M-A-C-K
Yes the gun clapper, the duct tape, rope, black mask and kidnapper
The flow dope, the beats just blazi
Like Luther Vandrow says, yo 'I am so amazing and I've been waiting'
For a sucker to attack the cat with two gats
Yo Bleek, you got my back, show 'em how we do
Yo, I fight fire with fire, I make crews retire
I spit 9 to 5 nines, Bleek for hire
Your crew murderize, see the guns that I'm bringin
In an all out battle, Bleek come out swingin'
Memph the type of nigga that'll spit off quic
Biggs push the Benz and we spin off quick
Take a sip of the Cris pour the Belvy with lime
Crack the Arma del Lope and then I'm goin for mine
So what you sayin?