Intro - Hand It Down - JAY-Z/Memphis Bleek.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Carter, Shawn C.
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Carter, Shawn C.
[00:00.00] Sorry boys
[00:06.39]But all the money in the world can't bring me back again
[00:10.71]Lay down, lay down
[00:15.60]Gonna stretch my mic out in
[00:17.01]Ponce funeral home on
[00:18.33]All those new mother****ers stop there
[00:22.14]But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought
[00:26.55]The last of the real hustlers, well maybe not the last
[00:32.28]Bleek's gonna be a good rapper, new, improved
[00:36.81]Jay-ZI quit,
[00:39.45]I'm retirin'
[00:41.25]Ain't enough money in this game, to keep me around
[00:45.36]Sorry big,
[00:46.98]I tried honest
[00:49.74]Can't go with me on this ride though
[00:52.47]I'm callin' the shots, the bar's closin'
[00:55.98]Where we goin' to for breakfast?
[00:59.04]Roc a Fella y'all
[01:01.44]Okay, I'm reloaded
[01:09.99]Bringin' the drama, tryin' to come up in the game
[01:13.77]MarcyHad a couple of dollar signs to my name
[01:20.40]Roc a Fella y'all
[01:21.42]One of the best
[01:25.95]Waitin' for my day to come
[01:28.23]Just give me the word
[01:29.79]Nah, this ain't
[01:30.54]Jigga, it's your lil' mother****er
[01:31.80]Bleek Reportin' to these mother****ers live from the street
[01:34.95]Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced
[01:37.41]At nine I used to geese hoes for
[01:39.03]Easter clothes
[01:39.93]Peep the steez,
[01:40.86]I represent for all those with twenty eight grams
[01:43.23]On a come up, tryin' to creep the keys
[01:45.15]Large mother****ers told me park the car, keep the keys
[01:48.03]Find a hoodrat and creep to
[01:49.65]Mickey D's
[01:50.34]First gun two bullets, niggas know
[01:52.50]I do pull it
[01:53.34]Niggas tryin' to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
[01:56.07]Screw Gooden,
[01:57.03]I pitch in the
[01:58.56]PJ'sLit off the
[01:59.16]EJ, I split
[02:00.39]Dutchies with my ring finger
[02:01.86]You find a nigga that don't be cream, bring her
[02:03.93]Last seen with
[02:04.77]Bing, he got dropped between us
[02:06.45]Bullshit is constant, that's wh
[02:08.16]I pack the
[02:08.67]Johnson and
[02:09.33]JohnsonFor the nonsense who wants it?
[02:11.58]I go to sleep with a picture of a
[02:13.38]Porsche on my wall
[02:14.52]Man I'm tryin' to come up on y'all
[02:16.47]Get one up on y'all, that's why
[02:18.60]I hustle in these streets
[02:19.53]From sundown to sunup on y'all
[02:21.48]Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', they'll kill you dead
[02:24.15]One week of this hustlin' brought a livin' room set
[02:26.67]Went to Tom
[02:27.42]D's, niggas mad, veins out
[02:29.43]Copped the
[02:29.94]Jordans, two weeks before they came out
[02:32.31]Flashy, fly little niggas
[02:34.47]Nosy mother****ers from the third floor like, 'Why little mother****ers?'
[02:37.29]Mother****ers please, twist the trees, took a long pull, like mother****ers to breathe
[02:42.54]That's my answer, life's like cancer and
[02:46.26]I'm serious
[02:49.05]Waitin' for my day to come
[02:51.36]Just give me the word

文本歌词

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
All those new mother****ers 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' mother****er
Bleek Reportin' to these mother****ers 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 mother****ers told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a hoodrat and creep to
Mickey D's
First gun two bullets, niggas know
I do pull it
Niggas 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 nigga that don't be cream, bring her
Last seen with
Bing, he got dropped between us
Bullshit is constant, that's wh
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 bullshittin', they'll kill you dead
One week of this hustlin' brought a livin' room set
Went to Tom
D's, niggas mad, veins out
Copped the
Jordans, two weeks before they came out
Flashy, fly little niggas
Nosy mother****ers from the third floor like, 'Why little mother****ers?'
Mother****ers please, twist the trees, took a long pull, like mother****ers 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