[00:00.000] 作词 : Taurus Bartlett/Larrance Dopson/Anthony Jermaine White/Michael Jackson/Khaled Rohaim
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Larrance Dopson/Anthony Jermaine White/Michael Jackson/Khaled Rohaim
[00:03.518](Ow!)
[00:05.306]Lil Capalot, *****, ha
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[00:07.919]Smooth criminal, Mike Jack
[00:09.483]And I still like to tote a .45 like Mike back (Ow!)
[00:12.103]Pull that TEC out just to make a statement (Ah)
[00:13.987]He gon' need a body bag or a night sack (Ow!)
[00:16.059]He a *****, he'll fold under pressure (Ah)
[00:17.727]I can tell from his posture, man, he ain't really like that (Ow!)
[00:19.870]Momma told me, "I don't care if you scared (Ah)
[00:21.890]Go in for the kill, if they try, you better fight back" (Ow!)
[00:23.835]We'll beat his ass if he try to throw the folks up (Ah)
[00:25.937]What's all that shit you was sayin' like you was so tough? (Ow!)
[00:27.868]They gon' have to carry your mans if he approach us (Ah)
[00:29.849]Creepin' in, that glizzy'll blam when we get close up (Ow!)
[00:31.843]Rich ass gangster my gun match the color of my car (Ah)
[00:34.070]Any sudden movemеnt and this ***** goin' far, far (Ow!)
[00:36.931]Bet I have 'em huggin' Allah (Ah)
[00:38.218]I'm a goat, I'm a thug, I'm a star (Ow!)
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[00:39.970]Young and tryna clеar a crowd with the heat
[00:41.673]When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
[00:43.721]He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased
[00:45.654]It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, son
[00:47.855]So you better look both ways, make your soul shake
[00:50.695]Demons standin' in the doorway
[00:51.876]Tell me Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out "No way"
[00:54.776]Tell me Annie, are you okay? (Ow!)
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[00:55.889]Still on that bullshit, MJ
[00:57.525]Really one of the hottest, and I never dropped a mixtape (Ow!)
[00:59.964]All my life I had to risk-take (Ah)
[01:01.410]But if they come and try me, .40 kick it 'til my wrist break (Ow!)
[01:03.845]Let anybody in this ***** play (Ah)
[01:05.358]I'ma have my C's leave his ass in the ground with a stiff face (Ow!)
[01:07.918]Where I'm from all the killers turn hood legend (Ah)
[01:09.950]And they known through them blocks like the Kimbe (Ow!)
[01:11.812]Totin' on something bigger than The Great Khali (Ah)
[01:13.922]Thirty shots will knock him down like Muhammad Ali (Ow!)
[01:15.847]Do the race, scratch off in a Trackhawk Jeep (Ah)
[01:17.655]Catch him lackin', then it's R.I.P (Ow!)
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[01:19.550]Young and tryna clear a crowd with the heat
[01:21.847]When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
[01:23.689]He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased
[01:25.610]It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets
[01:27.859]So you better look both ways, make your soul shake
[01:30.653]Demons standin' in the doorway
[01:31.963]Tell me Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out "No way"
[01:34.448]Tell me Annie, are you okay? (Ow!)