[00:00.00] 作词 : SAMUEL BARNES/Nasir Jones
[00:01.00] 作曲 : SAMUEL BARNES/Nasir Jones
[00:10.93]Fake thug, no love
[00:11.97]You get the slug CB4 Gusto
[00:13.77]Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though
[00:16.08]You freaky b*****s played out, get ****ed and ate out
[00:18.68]Police turned b*****s, I got the gauge out
[00:21.24]Ninety-six ways I made out, Montana way
[00:23.93]The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
[00:26.78]Dipped attache, jump out the Range, empty out the ashtray
[00:29.66]A glass of 'ze makin' mad Cassius Clay
[00:32.12]Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
[00:34.72]Regulate with my Dunns
[00:36.19]Seventeen rocks gleam from one ring 17
[00:40.14]There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
[00:42.85]The highlights of living, Vegas-style roll dice in linen
[00:45.64]Antera spinning on Millenniums
[00:47.76]Twenty G bets I'm winning 'em
[00:49.30]Threats I'm sending em
[00:50.51]Lex with TV sets the minimum Lexus
[00:52.21]Ill as **** adrenaline
[00:53.72]Party with villains
[00:54.78]A case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
[00:56.47]Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it
[00:58.92]Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken heads flock - I lace em
[01:01.57]Fried broiled with basil, taste 'em, crack the legs
[01:04.28]Way out of formation it's horizontal how I have em
[01:06.74]****ing me in the Benz wagon
[01:08.38]Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon
[01:10.93]Grab your gun, it's on though
[01:12.39]Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight
[01:15.48]With the broke Mac it won't spray right
[01:17.43]Don't give a **** who they hit as long as the drama's lit
[01:20.28]Yo, overnight thugs bug cause they ain't promised shit
[01:23.18]Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha-shit
[01:42.11][01:36.79][01:31.45][01:26.09]I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
[01:44.95][01:39.25][01:34.00][01:28.59]I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
[01:48.02]I peeped you frontin'
[01:49.13]I was in the Jeep sunk in the seat
[01:50.93]Tinted with heat, beats bumpin'
[01:52.47]Across the street you was wilding
[01:54.12]Talkin' bout how you ran the Island in '**
[01:56.37]Laying up, playin' the yard with crazy shine
[01:58.57]I c**ked a baby 9, that b***h gravy be mine
[02:00.92]Clanked him
[02:01.77]What was he thinkin' on my corner when it's pay me time?
[02:03.71]Dug 'em, you owe me cousin something told me plug him
[02:06.46]So dumb, felt my leg burn then it got numb
[02:09.20]Spun around and shot one
[02:10.36]Heard shots and dropped son
[02:11.91]Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
[02:14.67]Then they came asking me my name, what the ****
[02:17.52]I got stitched up and went through
[02:19.28]Left the hospital that same night, what
[02:21.07]Got my gat back, time to backtrack
[02:23.02]I had the drop so how the **** I get clapped
[02:25.22]Black was in the jeep watching, all he seen speed by
[02:27.82]was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
[02:31.06]That clown nigga's through, blazin' at his crew daily
[02:33.76]The Bridge touched me up severely, hear me Queensbridge
[02:35.83]So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours
[02:37.98]Be lightin' L's sipping Coors on all floors in project halls
[02:41.43]Contemplatin' war, shit I was cool with before
[02:44.19]We used to score together, Uptown copping the raw
[02:49.68]And best friends become strangers, word up
[03:09.19][03:03.53][02:58.26][02:52.67]Y'all know my steelo
[03:11.49][03:06.09][03:00.72][02:55.31]There ain't an army that could strike back
[03:12.72]Thug shit
[03:15.17]Yo, to them thug niggas getting it on in the world you know Yo,
[03:19.07]To them niggas that's locked down
[03:21.12]Doing they thing surviving yaknowmsaying
[03:23.91]To my thorough niggas New York and World wide
[03:27.21]Yo to the Queensbridge Militia
[03:29.86]'96 shit , The Firm clique
[03:34.41]Illmatic, b***h It Was Written though
[03:37.76]It's been a long time coming
[03:41.81]Y'all fake niggas, trying to copy
[03:43.31]Better come with the real though
[03:45.65]Fake ass niggas yo
[03:47.70](They throw us slugs we throwing em back, what)
[03:50.05]Bring the shit man, live man
[03:51.49](**** that son, word up)
[03:52.69]Nine-six shit 1996
[03:53.69][Produced by Trackmasters]
[03:54.69]sampled from Sting - Shape of My Heart

作词 : SAMUEL BARNES/Nasir Jones
作曲 : SAMUEL BARNES/Nasir Jones
Fake thug, no love
You get the slug CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though
You freaky b*****s played out, get ****ed and ate out
Police turned b*****s, I got the gauge out
Ninety-six ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jump out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze makin' mad Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate with my Dunns
Seventeen rocks gleam from one ring 17
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of living, Vegas-style roll dice in linen
Antera spinning on Millenniums
Twenty G bets I'm winning 'em
Threats I'm sending em
Lex with TV sets the minimum Lexus
Ill as **** adrenaline
Party with villains
A case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken heads flock - I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste 'em, crack the legs
Way out of formation it's horizontal how I have em
****ing me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon
Grab your gun, it's on though
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a **** who they hit as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs bug cause they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha-shit
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I peeped you frontin'
I was in the Jeep sunk in the seat
Tinted with heat, beats bumpin'
Across the street you was wilding
Talkin' bout how you ran the Island in '**
Laying up, playin' the yard with crazy shine
I c**ked a baby 9, that b***h gravy be mine
Clanked him
What was he thinkin' on my corner when it's pay me time?
Dug 'em, you owe me cousin something told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn then it got numb
Spun around and shot one
Heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came asking me my name, what the ****
I got stitched up and went through
Left the hospital that same night, what
Got my gat back, time to backtrack
I had the drop so how the **** I get clapped
Black was in the jeep watching, all he seen speed by
was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown nigga's through, blazin' at his crew daily
The Bridge touched me up severely, hear me Queensbridge
So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours
Be lightin' L's sipping Coors on all floors in project halls
Contemplatin' war, shit I was cool with before
We used to score together, Uptown copping the raw
And best friends become strangers, word up
Y'all know my steelo
There ain't an army that could strike back
Thug shit
Yo, to them thug niggas getting it on in the world you know Yo,
To them niggas that's locked down
Doing they thing surviving yaknowmsaying
To my thorough niggas New York and World wide
Yo to the Queensbridge Militia
'96 shit , The Firm clique
Illmatic, b***h It Was Written though
It's been a long time coming
Y'all fake niggas, trying to copy
Better come with the real though
Fake ass niggas yo
(They throw us slugs we throwing em back, what)
Bring the shit man, live man
(**** that son, word up)
Nine-six shit 1996
sampled from Sting - Shape of My Heart