歌手:Clipse
专辑:《Lord Willin\'》

作曲 : Hugo, Jackson, Thornton ...
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh(Verse 1 - Malice)
Say dog, let's not get involved
You don't wanna tango,
I'll dress you in a halo
**** the gauge, polka dot ya braids
Face you in a chrome fo', that'll lock ya legs
And you can't move,
I roll big and
I can't lose
They watch so hard ain't nothin'
I do, that ain't news
Carry it like
I'm a stranger to the game
I cut short any whisper that, en-danger my name
I'ma toast on both coast, not for a joke
I'm known in the streets on the account,
I know coke
And we got word in the street that the cops watch us
But that don't stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo' cautious
I hate to think that the **** game is my callin'
Cause it got us singing lullaby's, to our fallin'
Tonight friend, until we meet again
But for now and ya name, we re-up and eat again, uh
I never front, like
I'm something
I'm notWell being broke well that's just, somethin'
I'm notY'all talk wit hatred, but
I live off that
And I lived off *******, way 'fore
I lived off rap
Feel me friend, if they could, they'd kill me friend (Yeah)
Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much
They couldn't take me in the
CL, that's way too much
And I'm too gone, y'all *****s can talk on(Verse 3 - Fabolous)
They call me
Mr., Pleasebelieveit, believe it please
I put the pump in ya mouth, and help you breath with ease
This guys in a hurry, ma
I can't even ***** with you
If you ain't in the itinerary
I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry

Ben & Jerry
Y'all the type of players, that be gettin' 2-day contracts
E-mail snitch, got these in ya 2-way contacts
I'm in the club sippin' on that new
ZecongacIn the number 9
Jordan's, with the duce, trey, arm back
The street family so cool, we could throw up *******es
Even if it was
July, and we had on wood britches
I got them teflon's, that shovel the fo'
That have under covers and po', with cover and slow
The government know, the kid been lovin' the dough
Since I was movin' white off the curb, and shovelin' snow(Verse 3 - Pusha T)
Ghetto streets so numb they call me
NovocainI turn over caine, over and over again
Hell, so much cliental,
I could lose it all today
Be back the next day, still up in the same way
As I left ya, all in three gestures, down up and aim
I can define death, better than
Webster, wet ya
Now bless ya, and of to my next venture
Blocks so white,
June look like
DecemberWinter time, snow everywhere, flow everywhere
So much dough,
I fly my hoes everywhere
Ask him, Pusha
T, push a ton
Push a ton of that *******t, that makes ya nose run (*Sniffle*)
Yes I'm holdin', whether it's heat or coke in
In the door panel of my four-wheel motion
Ain't jokin', but
I laugh how other flows convince you
It's money, it's funny, it's
Comedy Central
Minds mental, others is made up stinsel
When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in a rental
I'm livin', they act as if
I don't live it
Saran wrap vaseline, so they can't sniff it
Eve say larine knitted, shorts bermuda
You would think they was poochie, if you over looked
MedusaUh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh(Skit at end of the song begins)