[00:00.000] 作曲 : Dijon Mcfarlane/Bill Kapri/Sean Momberger/Larry Sanders/Paul Bender/Simon Mavin/Perrin Moss/Naomi Saalfield
[00:00.060] Please believe me, me, me
[00:04.752] Please believe me when I say
[00:18.026] Mustard on the beat, ho
[00:19.815] The streets got a **** scarred
[00:21.365] A lil' nine, but unique, got a **** hard
[00:24.465] Three kids, three baby mamas, now I want a wife
[00:26.791] My mama told me, "Stop the killin', baby, now it's more life"
[00:29.265] Prosecutor woman to leave the hood and get my mind right
[00:31.515] Like, hell no, my **** still killin' when I'm out of sight
[00:34.289] In a 'vert full of Percs, I'm just passin' through life
[00:36.515] She know none of this shit luck, so I had to do it twice
[00:39.365] Came through at the day party
[00:41.165] Chrome on the Chevrolet, twenty-eights, scarlet
[00:43.765] Now everything I do, I'm doin' for my shawty
[00:45.737] Puttin' it up, a bitch say she want some money, I ain't got it
[00:48.764] And with me, you either ride or you die
[00:51.164] I ain't lyin', I am 'bout this right now
[00:53.540] Real demon, you can see it in my eye
[00:55.975] Since a youngin, had the projects on fire
[00:58.624] Know they stabbed me in my back
[01:00.500] And it went straight through my heart (Stabbed)
[01:03.300] Took the knife out my back and I, mm
[01:05.700] Took the knife out my heart and I chopped they head with it
[01:07.949] Turned the betrayal to art and I made some bread with it
[01:10.350] I kept it Z from the start and I brought the 'jects with me
[01:14.272] Huh, guess I'ma be the one since ain't nobody else did it
[01:17.790] Took a shroom in the bathroom
[01:19.463] I dreamed of this on my desks in the classroom
[01:22.590] I suited up like I'm Grammy-ready
[01:24.490] Told my **** free the commissary necessary, uh
[01:27.390] Said I was comin' home Neveruary
[01:28.975] Sharpen up your knife 'cause that pen' life very scary
[01:32.225] Police fights, I got nothin' comin'
[01:34.239] Hit the club, let my bitch throw my money for me
[01:37.239] Twenty-three with a 45
[01:38.783] Overnight success, but it still took a long time
[01:41.413] I got Mustard on the beat like a sandwich
[01:43.363] It's holiday season, if you see me, don't pander
[01:45.813] My son want a PlayStation, lil' cousin wanna bench
[01:48.188] I'ma do what I know how, I'ma try and get him one of these mansions
[01:50.764] They see the flexin', but what you know 'bout goin' missin'?
[01:53.188] Scopin' and pokin', I got a show out on Christmas
[01:55.689] All my decisions from everything, I had a witness
[01:58.014] 'Cause all my big cousins was always in and out of prison
[02:00.464] Gang life, I learned how to make knives in penitentiary
[02:02.863] Say and write everything I did for you, you still ain't hear me
[02:16.113] The streets got a **** scarred
[02:17.651] A lil' nine, but unique, got a **** hard
[02:20.902] Three kids, three baby mamas, now I want a wife
[02:23.177] My mama told me, "Stop the killin', baby, now it's more life"
[02:25.703] Prosecutor woman to leave the hood and get my mind right
[02:27.978] Like, hell no, my **** still killin' when I'm out of sight
[02:30.603] In a 'vert full of Percs, I'm just passin' through life
[02:32.902] She know none of this shit luck, so I had to do it twice
[02:45.055] CDs, movies, movies, DVDs, two for five, five for ten, ten for twenty
[02:49.305] Excuse me, can I get some spare change?
[02:50.529] Does your auntie still sell food stamps?
[02:52.579] We must wake up, brothers and sisters
[02:55.180] We must realize real eyes see these real lies
[02:58.079] ****, **** all that, blood, I just want a bean pie, blood, come on, blood
[03:02.104] Aye, cuh, let's go get a bottle, I'm tryna get active
[03:02.869] Oh, she thick as ****, aye, aye, aye, check it out
[03:04.869] Oh, uh-uh, boy, ain't nobody finna talk to your broke ass
[03:08.669] Whatever, you rude-ass bitch, you in my set, though
[03:10.819] I see the homegirls would **** you up
[03:11.494] Look what's on the menu, The Marathon Continues, I got Nipsey t-shirts
[03:15.819] Cuh, this ain't even got a Marathon tag, give me these t-shirts, ****
[03:18.450] We caught an enemy, blood
[03:19.118] Aye, put your Franklins on and rush blood
[03:21.044] Ah, ain't nothin' like the smell of the ghetto