歌手:Rick Ross
专辑:《Glory of War》

作词 : Francis Ubiera/William Leonard Roberts II/Anthony Hamilton/Lonnie Liston Smith
作曲 : Francis Ubiera/William Leonard Roberts II/Anthony Hamilton/Lonnie Liston Smith
Stevie Wonder on the pianos
Geechi Liberace in the building
Ray Charles on the flute
Sway I follow policies
Always give her game every time she swallow me
But you gotta hit the chart at least
Seen a lot of young MCs even die for peace
****** posting pictures while I'm posted in belize
Spent those lonely rainy nights just praying on my knees
Being overseas is a daily routine
Young ****** traveling the world that's just been in our genes
Put the gang together now you ****** traumatized
Kilos and koofis during Ramadan
Scramble like I'm #9 during the summertime
Doubling back #1 I'm doubling back around
Drop DC Ford then shut Atlantic Down
8 figure ***** tell me how those numbers sound
Hit the Bay and let Berna know that I want a pound
In LA get the Bentley truck just to run around
305 ***** 'til they gun me down
Little kids in the streets gotta come in the house
When the shots ring even cops pause
****** full of bullet holes which is not boss
Funny how a rich ***** was so poor at mouth
Make it rain shorty better throw it back
It's leather 80 bands
Middle of the floor time for the money dance
It's a time for politics and it's a time to kill
Fast break and we coming like the Cavaliers
I could turn a ***** city to a battlefield
And my biggest flaw really was my lack of fear
Big ducky he 2000
Tony in h town with the coupes out
These my ****** on call and we bring the suits out
Pool party it's popping like Uncle Luke house
Fake ****** it's time that we pull ya skirts up
At the table and ***** ****** ain't worth nothing
Couple shooters gotta keep 'em in a line
Nothing really than still alive
****** body dropping like a holocaust
The glory of war really your mama loss
First time all your kids got to play together
Holding hands bow our heads let us play together
Play together play together play together
Funny how a rich ***** was so poor at math
Make it rain shorty better throw it back
It's leather bed 80 bands
Middle of the floor time for the money dance
I cut off some more friends and family members
Hope they know I'm the raw ***** a cold villain
Haters still hating 50 million later
I'mma tell you like a player better get some paper
Still can't believe it all as I walk my halls
Rarely speak to these ****** screaming free my dogs
Little homie didn't rob but he took the charge
Day county ****** still behind them bars