[00:00.000] 作词 : Prince/Bernie Worrell/2Pac/David Blake/W. Collins/Clarence Haskins/G. Clinton Jr.
[00:00.155] 作曲 : Prince/Bernie Worrell/2Pac/David Blake/W. Collins/Clarence Haskins/G. Clinton Jr.
[00:00.310] Ay Suge
[00:01.675]What I tell you, nigga
[00:02.803] When I come out of jail, what was I gonna do
[00:04.694]I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas' chest, righ
[00:06.858] Watch this
[00:08.340]Ay Quik, let me get them binoculars, nigga, the binocular
[00:12.654]Yeah nigga, time to rid
[00:15.112] Grab your bulletproof vest nigga 'cause it's gonna be a long one
[00:17.724]Now me and Quik finna show you niggas what it's like on this sid
[00:21.089] The real side
[00:22.199] Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real mother****ers
[00:24.171] And there's gonna be some pussies
[00:25.571]Now the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and nigga
[00:27.863]The pussies are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin
[00:29.868] Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize 'cause the ride get tricky
[00:32.683]See, you got some niggas on your side that say they're your friend
[00:34.883] But in real life they your enemies
[00:36.285] And then you got some mother****ers that say they your enemies
[00:38.436] But in real life they eyes is on your money
[00:40.553] See, the enemies will say they true
[00:41.889]But in real life those niggas will be the snitche
[00:43.260] It's a dirty game, y'all
[00:44.420] Y'all gotta be careful about who you **** with and who you don't **** with
[00:46.945] 'Cause the shit get wild, y'all
[00:48.725] Keep your mind on your riches, baby
[00:50.221] Keep your mind on your riches
[00:52.089] 9-1-1 it's an emergency cowards tried to murder me
[00:54.384]From hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of m
[00:57.288]Shit, I'm legendary nigga scary and paralyze
[01:00.086] Nothing more I despise than a liar
[01:01.886] Cowards die
[01:02.884] My mama told me when I was a seed
[01:04.345] Just a vicious mother****er while these devils left me free
[01:06.886] I proceed to make them shiver, when I deliver
[01:09.251] Criminal lyrics from a world wide mob figure
[01:11.970]Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Makavel
[01:14.542]Niggas is waiting for some thug shit, that's what they tell m
[01:16.081] So many rumors but I'm infinite Immortal Outlaw
[01:19.749]Switching up on you ordinary niggas like a southpaw you get lef
[01:23.251] And every breath I breathe until the moment I'm deceased
[01:26.270] Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G'
[01:28.378] I rip the crowd, then I start again
[01:30.167] Eternally I live in sin until the moment that they let me breathe again
[01:33.556] The hearts of men
[01:43.215] The hearts of men
[01:53.354]My lyrical verse was so much pain, to some niggas it hurt
[01:56.719] My guns bust and, if you ain't one of us, it gets worse
[01:59.392]Nigga niggas get their eyes swol
[02:01.321] In fly mode, I'm a homicidal outlaw
[02:03.785] And 5-0, get your lights on, the fight's on
[02:06.829] Tonight's gonna be a ****ing fight, so we might roll
[02:09.663] My own homies say I'm heartless
[02:11.687] But I'm a G to this, until the day I'm gone, that's regardless
[02:14.835]Ride by, mother****ers bow down
[02:16.888]Thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well, mother****er's out now
[02:20.126] Throw up your hands if you thugged out
[02:22.156]First mother****er act up
[02:23.403]First mother****er getting drugged out
[02:25.334] I can be a villian if ya let me
[02:27.176] A mother****er if you do upset me
[02:29.346] Tell the cops to come and get me
[02:30.657] Rip the crowd like a phone number
[02:32.418]Then start again, don't have no mother****in' friends, mother****er
[02:34.935] Look inside the hearts of men
[02:45.703] In the hearts of men
[02:50.293] In the hearts of men
[02:56.540]To all my mother****ers engaged in making money in the fifty states
[02:59.512]Keep your mind on your chips and **** a punk mother****er
[03:02.117] No longer living in fear, my pistol close in hand
[03:04.641] Convinced this is my year, like I'm the chosen man
[03:07.238] Give me my money and label me as a don
[03:09.769]If mother****ers is having problems, smoke 'em, fire and bomb
[03:12.259] I died and came back
[03:13.491] I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack
[03:16.081] Thugging is in my spirit
[03:17.700] I'm lost and not knowing
[03:18.834] Scar'd up, but still flowing
[03:20.310] Energized and still going
[03:21.880] Uh, can it be fate
[03:23.397] That makes a sick mother****er break
[03:25.306] On these jealous ass coward 'cause they evil and fake
[03:27.542] What will it take?
[03:28.606] Give me that bass line, I'm feeling bomb
[03:30.707] Death Row, baby, don't be alarmed
[03:32.666] The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again
[03:35.908] Represent, 'cause I've been sent
[03:37.567] The hearts of men

作词 : Prince/Bernie Worrell/2Pac/David Blake/W. Collins/Clarence Haskins/G. Clinton Jr.
作曲 : Prince/Bernie Worrell/2Pac/David Blake/W. Collins/Clarence Haskins/G. Clinton Jr.
Ay Suge
What I tell you, nigga
When I come out of jail, what was I gonna do
I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas' chest, righ
Watch this
Ay Quik, let me get them binoculars, nigga, the binocular
Yeah nigga, time to rid
Grab your bulletproof vest nigga 'cause it's gonna be a long one
Now me and Quik finna show you niggas what it's like on this sid
The real side
Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real mother****ers
And there's gonna be some pussies
Now the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and nigga
The pussies are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin
Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize 'cause the ride get tricky
See, you got some niggas on your side that say they're your friend
But in real life they your enemies
And then you got some mother****ers that say they your enemies
But in real life they eyes is on your money
See, the enemies will say they true
But in real life those niggas will be the snitche
It's a dirty game, y'all
Y'all gotta be careful about who you **** with and who you don't **** with
'Cause the shit get wild, y'all
Keep your mind on your riches, baby
Keep your mind on your riches
9-1-1 it's an emergency cowards tried to murder me
From hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of m
Shit, I'm legendary nigga scary and paralyze
Nothing more I despise than a liar
Cowards die
My mama told me when I was a seed
Just a vicious mother****er while these devils left me free
I proceed to make them shiver, when I deliver
Criminal lyrics from a world wide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Makavel
Niggas is waiting for some thug shit, that's what they tell m
So many rumors but I'm infinite Immortal Outlaw
Switching up on you ordinary niggas like a southpaw you get lef
And every breath I breathe until the moment I'm deceased
Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G'
I rip the crowd, then I start again
Eternally I live in sin until the moment that they let me breathe again
The hearts of men
The hearts of men
My lyrical verse was so much pain, to some niggas it hurt
My guns bust and, if you ain't one of us, it gets worse
Nigga niggas get their eyes swol
In fly mode, I'm a homicidal outlaw
And 5-0, get your lights on, the fight's on
Tonight's gonna be a ****ing fight, so we might roll
My own homies say I'm heartless
But I'm a G to this, until the day I'm gone, that's regardless
Ride by, mother****ers bow down
Thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well, mother****er's out now
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
First mother****er act up
First mother****er getting drugged out
I can be a villian if ya let me
A mother****er if you do upset me
Tell the cops to come and get me
Rip the crowd like a phone number
Then start again, don't have no mother****in' friends, mother****er
Look inside the hearts of men
In the hearts of men
In the hearts of men
To all my mother****ers engaged in making money in the fifty states
Keep your mind on your chips and **** a punk mother****er
No longer living in fear, my pistol close in hand
Convinced this is my year, like I'm the chosen man
Give me my money and label me as a don
If mother****ers is having problems, smoke 'em, fire and bomb
I died and came back
I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack
Thugging is in my spirit
I'm lost and not knowing
Scar'd up, but still flowing
Energized and still going
Uh, can it be fate
That makes a sick mother****er break
On these jealous ass coward 'cause they evil and fake
What will it take?
Give me that bass line, I'm feeling bomb
Death Row, baby, don't be alarmed
The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again
Represent, 'cause I've been sent
The hearts of men