LRC歌词下载
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Joseph Cartagena/Joseph Kirkland/Lamont Coleman/Robert Hall[00:00.000] 作词 : Robert Hall/Joseph Cartagena/Joseph Kirkland/Lamont Coleman[00:00.000](feat. Big L, Lord Finesse, A.G., Fat Joe)[00:00.531]"Where are you?" "Hey, there you are!"[00:11.475]"How does it feel to know you only have a few more seconds to live?"[00:19.957]"Big L"[00:32.123]Check it, I stay jeweled up, pockets swelled up from banks I held up[00:37.219]Plenty badass niggas Big L stuc[00:39.151]I never catch cold feet when I hold heat[00:41.679]We roll deep, Triple Fat dogs in their old jeep[00:44.084]I catch a fag three o'clock in the morn[00:46.758]On the block all alone and put the glock to his dome[00:49.209]Tell him "Give it up quick, you nitwit, don't try to get slick[00:51.985]Or I'm a let this four-fifth spit and leave your whole shit split[00:54.863]Grip, it ain't nothing decent about me[00:57.129]A true thug for real, you can ask the precinct about me[00:59.627]A rap junkie, don't try to play me like some flunky[01:02.350]Jewels be chunky, pockets lumpy, attitude grumpy[01:05.195]Mad niggas be fronting the lif[01:07.579]Popping mad bullshit, trying to be something they no[01:10.198]Your p***y ass better stay to dancing, don't even look at me[01:12.994]I might break your jaw for glancing, that's right[01:15.297]In '97 Harlem kids is blowing[01:17.786]And we don't trip, we'll let a b***h starve til her ribs are showin[01:20.814]"Lord Finesse"[01:23.415]It's the divine mastermind, I turn nickels to dimes[01:28.371]The authentic genuine that's out to *******ne[01:31.353]The cool cat, the true mack, the smooth raps[01:33.839]Chickens be like "Who's that?" I be doing my thing, kid (True dat)[01:36.105]Forget fronting, I'm beyond that, I roll with brothers ready for combat[01:39.137]All for eye-to-eye contact[01:41.619]With skills, G, yo it's ill, see, for real, B[01:44.010]Ain't no barbeque, niggas better stop trying to grill m[01:46.811]Huh, sent that style to the essence[01:49.595]Got niggas stressing my style, pull like fluorescenc[01:52.291]No question, tough type to clutch mics[01:54.536]No positive upright, I'm the "I don't give a ****" typ[01:57.418]Expose the facts, you know the haps[01:59.530]We go to laugh astrological, like the signs in the Zodiac[02:02.534]To rap you, out the stack glue, word up[02:05.363]My style's tighter than a fat p***y in a cat sui[02:07.794]Suprise G, it's not wise see to size me[02:10.021]When I operate, it's Smooth Sailing like Ron Isely[02:13.027]Gotta do my thing, word up (Beg ya pardon?)[02:15.687]Time to bounce, gotta skate like Tonya Harding[02:18.315]"A.G."[02:27.820]Yo I'm the cleverest, top ten terrorist[02:30.693]Chickens ever diss, they become featherless[02:33.175]Hate derelicts, certified gold metalist[02:35.828]You play fly cause I'm the most high like Everest[02:38.585]Look at all these fakes, musically you imitate the crates[02:41.441]Won't succeed moving at full speed with no breaks[02:44.330]Like Jake, watch me take your entourage[02:46.516]Can't see me, I'm camoflauge, and besides, I'm God[02:49.646]Mad hard, like the S.A.T., have shorties[02:52.452]Caught up in the mental, watch her bless A.G.[02:54.758]Eveidently, you still don't know, because you tempt me[02:57.473]Thought you was the boss when your fat thoughts were empty[02:59.875]Not Fat Joey Crack, but still Jealous One's Envy[03:02.434]Who sent me? D.I.T.C., good and plenty[03:05.189]Like the doctor, smoke a Spike Joint and watch "Clockers"[03:07.957]Get rude like Shabba, make moves behind my blockers[03:10.467]Crazy sickness, you want the pure, you'd better pick this[03:13.139]Niggas can't get this, niggas remain d**kles[03:15.910]"Fat Joe"[03:19.374]Before we get started, let's talk about these coward-hearted MC's[03:23.822]That claim to be true O.G.'s and war specialists[03:26.795]Forever busting guns on the circus ****[03:28.940]But when the beef comes, get on the ？？？[03:31.167]You know the deal, I come with nothing but the real[03:33.885]Certified pejente, recognize mi gente[03:36.298]Whether East Coast or West Coast, I'll lick 'em all[03:39.002]Strip naked, niggas never be respecte[03:41.684]Joey Green, bagging doubles up in Bowling Green[03:44.329]For all my team, packing the nine, for soon as this team is rolling clean[03:47.199]You know the team, never giving a ****[03:49.301]Playing thick in the cut, get your shit laced u[03:51.819]WHAT THE ****[03:53.033]"Diamond D"[04:00.868]Yo I'm flipping on niggas like Dre's and Crack[04:04.332]My raps react on your cardiac like a heart attack[04:07.578]Some niggas front for stunts who wan[04:10.288]Take a puff of the blunt and play a nigga like a chum[04:12.856]But I don't play that shit for no chick[04:15.510]Sucking the next nigga's d**k, moving b***he[04:18.251]I'm too slick for you high school dropouts[04:20.870]You got knocked and tried to cop out[04:22.353]Couldn't fight when the kids pulled the mop out[04:25.172]And wails you out, right at home saying "Bail me out"[04:28.665]Little small time, ****ed up when you called mine[04:31.396]D ****ibbed, one of the greatest of all time[04:33.925]Yeah, D.I.T.C. representing for the '97, word life