Intro - Hand It Down
作词 : Carter, Shawn C.
作曲 : Carter, Shawn C.
Sorry boys
But all the money in the world can't bring me back again
Lay down, lay down
Gonna stretch my mic out in
Ponce funeral home on
MarcyAll those new *************z stop there
But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, well maybe not the last
Bleek's gonna be a good rapper, new, improved
Jay-ZI quit,
I'm retirin'
Ain't enough money in this game, to keep me around
Sorry big,
I tried honest
Can't go with me on this ride though
I'm callin' the shots, the bar's closin'
Where we goin' to for breakfast?
Roc a Fella y'all
Okay, I'm reloaded
Bringin' the drama, tryin' to come up in the game
MarcyHad a couple of dollar signs to my name
Roc a Fella y'all
One of the best
Waitin' for my day to come
Just give me the word
Nah, this ain't
Jigga, it's your lil' *************
BleekReportin' to these mother******s live from the street
Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for
Easter clothes
Peep the steez,
I represent for all those with twenty eight grams
On a come up, tryin' to creep the keys
Large *************z told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a hoodrat and creep to
Mickey D's
First gun two bullets, *************z know
I do pull it
*************z tryin' to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden,
I pitch in the
PJ'sLit off the
EJ, I split
Dutchies with my ring finger
You find a ************* that don't be cream, bring her
Last seen with
Bing, he got dropped between us
*************t is constant, that's why
I pack the
Johnson and
JohnsonFor the nonsense who wants it?
I go to sleep with a picture of a
Porsche on my wall
Man I'm tryin' to come up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why
I hustle in these streets
From sundown to sunup on y'all
Mama said, "Keep bull*************ttin', they'll kill you dead"
One week of this hustlin' brought a livin' room set
Went to Tom
D's, *************z mad, veins out
Copped the
Jordans, two weeks before they came out
Flashy, fly little *************
Nosy ************* from the third floor like, "Why little *************?"
************* please, twist the trees, took a long pull, like ************* to breathe
That's my answer, life's like cancer and
I'm serious
Waitin' for my day to come
Just give me the word
Intro - Hand It DownLRC歌词
作词 : Carter, Shawn C.
作曲 : Carter, Shawn C.
Sorry boys
But all the money in the world can't bring me back again
Lay down, lay down
Gonna stretch my mic out in
Ponce funeral home on
MarcyAll those new *************z stop there
But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, well maybe not the last
Bleek's gonna be a good rapper, new, improved
Jay-ZI quit,
I'm retirin'
Ain't enough money in this game, to keep me around
Sorry big,
I tried honest
Can't go with me on this ride though
I'm callin' the shots, the bar's closin'
Where we goin' to for breakfast?
Roc a Fella y'all
Okay, I'm reloaded
Bringin' the drama, tryin' to come up in the game
MarcyHad a couple of dollar signs to my name
Roc a Fella y'all
One of the best
Waitin' for my day to come
Just give me the word
Nah, this ain't
Jigga, it's your lil' *************
BleekReportin' to these mother******s live from the street
Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for
Easter clothes
Peep the steez,
I represent for all those with twenty eight grams
On a come up, tryin' to creep the keys
Large *************z told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a hoodrat and creep to
Mickey D's
First gun two bullets, *************z know
I do pull it
*************z tryin' to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden,
I pitch in the
PJ'sLit off the
EJ, I split
Dutchies with my ring finger
You find a ************* that don't be cream, bring her
Last seen with
Bing, he got dropped between us
*************t is constant, that's why
I pack the
Johnson and
JohnsonFor the nonsense who wants it?
I go to sleep with a picture of a
Porsche on my wall
Man I'm tryin' to come up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why
I hustle in these streets
From sundown to sunup on y'all
Mama said, "Keep bull*************ttin', they'll kill you dead"
One week of this hustlin' brought a livin' room set
Went to Tom
D's, *************z mad, veins out
Copped the
Jordans, two weeks before they came out
Flashy, fly little *************
Nosy ************* from the third floor like, "Why little *************?"
************* please, twist the trees, took a long pull, like ************* to breathe
That's my answer, life's like cancer and
I'm serious
Waitin' for my day to come
Just give me the word
