[00:00.000] 作词 : Taurus Bartlett/Larrance Dopson/Anthony Jermaine White/Khaled Rohaim/Michael Jackson
[00:00.347] 作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Larrance Dopson/Anthony Jermaine White/Khaled Rohaim/Michael Jackson
[00:00.695]Lil Capalot, b7, ha
[00:08.450]Smooth criminal, Mike Jack
[00:09.947]And I still like to tote a .45 like Mike back
[00:11.946]Pull that TEC out just to make a statement
[00:13.953]He gon' need a body bag or a night sack
[00:16.197]He a b7, he'll fold under pressure
[00:17.946]I can tell from his posture,
[00:18.500]man, he ain't really like that
[00:20.198]Mama told me, "I don't care if you scared
[00:21.946]Go in for the kill, if they try
[00:22.500]you better fight back"
[00:23.451]We'll beat his ass
[00:24.000]if he try to throw the folks up
[00:25.952]What's all that sh!t you
[00:26.500]was sayin' like you was so tough?
[00:27.948]They gon' have to carry your mans
[00:28.500]if he approach us
[00:29.952]Creepin' in, that glizzy'll blam
[00:30.500]when we get close up
[00:31.950]Rich-ass gangster,
[00:32.500]my gun match the color of my car
[00:34.190]Any sudden movemеnt and this b7 go,
[00:35.190]"Fah, fah"
[00:36.448]Bet I have him huggin' Allah
[00:38.448]I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm a thug, I'm a star
[00:40.446]Youngin' tryna clеar a crowd with the heat
[00:41.946]When you ridin',
[00:42.500]better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
[00:43.951]He was bangin' wrong 'til
[00:44.500]they found him deceased
[00:45.692]It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round
[00:46.500]in the streets, uh
[00:48.206]So you better look both ways,
[00:48.961]make your soul shake
[00:49.945]Demons standin' in the doorway
[00:52.201]Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
[00:53.201]Screamin' out, "No way"
[00:55.205]Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
[00:56.206]Still on that bullsh!t, MJ
[00:57.954]Really one of the hottest,
[00:58.666]and I never dropped a mixtape
[01:00.184]All my life, had to risk-take
[01:01.693]But if they come and try me,
[01:02.693] .40 kickin' 'til my wrist break
[01:04.203]Let anybody in this b7 play
[01:05.699]I'ma have my C's leave his ass
[01:06.699]in the ground with a stiff face
[01:07.948]Where I'm from
[01:08.500]all the killers turn hood legend
[01:10.195]And they known
[01:11.500]through them blocks like Dikembe
[01:12.204]Totin' on something bigger
[01:13.500]than The Great Khali
[01:14.201]Thirty shots'll knock
[01:15.201]him down like Muhammad Ali
[01:16.198]Do the race, scratch off in a Trackhawk Jeep
[01:18.204]Catch him lackin', then it's R.I.P., b7
[01:20.444]Youngin' tryna clear a crowd with the heat
[01:21.946]When you ridin',
[01:22.500]better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
[01:23.956]He was bangin' wrong 'til
[01:24.500]they found him deceased
[01:25.708]It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round
[01:26.708]in the streets, uh
[01:28.201]So you better look both ways
[01:29.201]make your soul shake
[01:31.447]Demons standin' in the doorway
[01:32.450]Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
[01:33.450]Screamin' out, "No way"
[01:35.951]Tell me, Annie, are you okay?