You, Me, Him and Her歌词

作词 : Carter, Cox, Goodman, Grant ...
作曲 : Dwight Grant/Malik Cox/Shawn Carter/Willie Albert Goodman/Roosevelt Harrell/A. Whitehead/Walter Morris/Harry Ray/Jay-Z
Told y'all

Dynasty roc-a-fella records you heard me
Unstoppable *****s

Memph bleek amillion sigel sigel ya heard

It's a dynasty

Who do you believe
Jigga man mo' better mo' cheddar
Foes knock the man off your polo sweater
Roll with the r-o-c a-fella
Remember me
The teachers used to fail us
Now it's more scrilla ho killers

Fo'-wheelers we gorillas
Oh please feel us we heat holders
Fighting
Listen boy roy jones couldn't steal us
The plot thickens the block clicking
We got the game tied up stop tripping

Jigga man huh
Sigel sigel y'all
Memph bleek what
Amil-lion

Cat be him el cap-I-tan

The fire I spit burn down happyland
Social club we unapproachable thugs
Non-social gone postal
Great aim harm the arm close to your toast
Like a don's supposed to shawn
I thought I told you these ain't just vocals
Don't make me take it to the old school
I put holes through your hoes too
Through your clothes to the foes to the ***** close to you
**** it jigga man sigel sigel y'all
Amillion what memph blee
Y'all dudes don't get it come widdit
Fifth loaded with slugs that'll rest in your fitted
It's m dot e-m the roc be them
Got the mami's saying look who can stop be them
You wanna press your dumb luck get blam blam-ed up
I crush your larynx you talk about us *****
No obituary I get it critical
You know memph'll hit the pall bearer lifting you
When I **** the plastic make em drop the casket
When it's hot I'm blasting
It's the roc you bastards

Jigga man what amil-lion yeah
Memph bleek huh sigel sigel c'mon
Spit acid c'mon
Witcha bull***t smash hit
Get your bull***t smashed in
*****s wanna front and get jumped
Bet the ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump
***** we are the supreme squad
You can dream hard but reality is
We push the dream cars
**** the queen broads
Puff the green raw we as real as it get
We the r-o-c dot a dot fellas
*****es don't talk to us the hoes they e-mail us
***** jigga man what memph bleek huh
Amillion yeah sigel sigel rap
R dot o dot c dot stop

From tower to ma and pop I move out stop
Shower your mom block move out with glocks
Raw to the cook look move out them blocks

Take it to the bucks who be grinding it up
Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond it up
Competition lining em up
Forty-five ACP let me squeeze lime em up
You want drama what
Well silence it up
Since a young buck
Violent as ****
Wasn't me dog
The high will do it
I used to wild off embalming fluid
I sent *****s to the trauma unit
Forty-five or the nine'll do it
I **** around and have your moms go through it
I'm a beast

***t *****s always wanna ye ***t
Then they wanna cease ***t
When they mother****ing peeps hit
But I don't cease nothing I decease someone
I **** around and have you sleeping underneath som'un

Jigga man huh sigel sigel y'all
Memph bleek what amillion uhh
Yo a to the m-I feminist
Holding the semi
Leave *****s faced with a dilemmi
Am I gonna run or stay can I
Get away no you can't can't I surrendi
And I lazy bop mercedes hot
In my way through the tunnel like lady di
Jigga man huh sigel sigel y'all
Memph bleek what amillion uhh