歌手:Rick Ross
专辑:《Rather You Than Me》

作词 : Judy Bailey/John Parker/William Leonard Roberts II/Roosevelt Harrell III
作曲 : Judy Bailey/John Parker/William Leonard Roberts II/Roosevelt Harrell III
Sometimes I be wanting to say **** the world

I don't give a ****

Shoot it out with all you *****es

*****es don't love me

Young black ***** ***** fighting the world *****
Everywhere you go *****es throwing rocks *****

Man a ***** in a Lamborghini

Seen a Cuban kilo I was 15

Dealing yayo never had my teeth cleaned

Restricted license but I'm so divisive

I know the snipers and I flow the nicest

Fresher than Groovy Lou at a Coogi shoot

A multiple weapons in my new Gucci boots

The bank account done caught the holy ghost

I say the bank account done caught the holy ghost

Hot pastrami for my Jewish chicks

Eight days of Christmas every day a newer gift

I'm Michael Jackson to the rich ******

That leather jacket baby with the 6 zippers

Suicide or rather crucified

I prophesize your whole crew demise

Mutulu wife reside in Cuba *****
Shoot you let you bleed out it's how they do it *****

Huh Huh

These ****** don't believe in God

From this very moment you should believe in God

Half of my ****** headed to Attica

Either trafficking or destined to be a janitor

Diabetes rampant in my blood line
That why fat boy be happy to see the sunshine

I'm here for results baby let's cut to chase
Sticky fingers and paper
D.A. will drop the case
Art Basel with Lyor I blew 300 with 'em

2 seaters for all the soldiers who running with 'em

Ask 100 women yeah they wanna hit 'em

I be half awake and still be running in 'em

Two new liter sprite to get me through the night
Bowling alley in the ba*****t but we still shooting dice

Rich forever killa take my old advice

Better yet take my old *****es and mold 'em right

And if I want her back I come and take her back
Santorini Greece I put it on the map

Some points you ****** gotta be grateful

Mutulu Shakur

I know your dreads touching the floor *****

We in the last days these racist agendas

Blatant double standards because I'm a *****

Jesse Jackson on them people payroll **** him
When you black lips chapped cause the game cold

I'm giving ****** jobs when I sing songs

White man love me when I get my bling on
But you hate me buying real estate in foreign land
Respect my genius all my people Portishead

Room full of cloaks and they count votes

Million man march and I'm taking notes

Made it to the top you thought they saw a ghost

Facing tax evasion ****** sell they soul

So selling **** was the path we chose

And now it's boats in the Bel Air rows

Rich ****** in the set and stone

Neck rocky Sylvester Stallone

See me in Capris or them Andes

Santorini Greece with a dime piece

My money long you know I'm out your reach

Only fat ***** jogging on the beach

Versace underwear but see the ass crack

Oblivious to how rapid my cash stack

I'm a pistol toter **** I'm voting for **** 'em
If I could I'd drop a bomb let's take 'em all to war **** 'em

My favorite shorty out of Baltimore yeah

Every Chanel you know I bought it for her I got that
All the arguments she never called the law

I was never home but hid the money in the walls

Constant visits from the A.T.F

So I copped some cribs in the ATL

Martha Stewart decorated both

Snoop Dogg donated the smoke

This Chinese arithmetic and it all add up

It all add up

Big dog big boss

Huh Huh