歌手:Cella
专辑:《Thug Style (Cella Remix)》

We ain't dead yet

Hit me, I got my Hennessy find ya foes
In a room full of ******s tryin' to hide ya hoes
I'm gettin' high off buddha cause the times be slow
I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke
And who me? A ****** livin' life like a G
In that artillery keepin' ******s off of me
I can't sleep livin' in these wicked times, peep
******s after me cause they see I'm stackin' G's and heat
You can holler if you want to, please!!
I ain't runnin' with no punk crew be, bleed!!
Enemies and my range is on, you're in the danger zone
My ******' game is strong, now hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
From hustlin' and bustin' them rhymes
To my ******s up in Quentin, Down on Rikers Isle
Stay rile, but a ****** gotta use his styles

These

I remember Uptown, run catch a kiss
Listenin' to Mr. Magic
Cuttin' up the hits And even though I had a habit
Makin' words rhyme I was caught up in the madness
Juvenile thugs come on
I tell the whole story nothin' but truth
Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs
And Pete and Lee young G's with a gift of gab
Tryna hook up with the hookers who was quick to stab
Remember mama's cookin', no school straight hookin'
And tryin' to get with light skinned cause she good lookin'
And jumpin' over turnstiles cause we ain't payin'
Call the cuties cuss words but we only playin'
I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck
I had to move around a lot cause my moms was stuck
I had family but I was way too wild
Had to move to the West to regain my style

These

******s don't know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
******-made ass ******s don't know my style (scream)
******s don't know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
******-made ass ******s don't know my style (my ****** scream)