[00:00.00] 作曲 : Bhasker, Taylor
[00:32.77]What happened in hip hop
[00:33.97]That got Pac and Big shot
[00:35.35]The thicks blocks
[00:36.16]Now every rapper claim
[00:37.66]He let his clique pop
[00:38.72]But even myself told the gun
[00:40.22]To know the run then get shot
[00:41.85]Ive been there before
[00:42.79]Now im ****in with doc
[00:44.22]Gotta do them Calvin Broadus numbers
[00:46.66]If not i push rocks
[00:47.85]Anticipatin my incarceration
[00:49.66]Media think im fakin like mason
[00:52.16]But when it comes to mase
[00:53.47]**** R Kelly i dont take it in the face
[00:55.47]I find out who sprayed it
[00:56.87]And im putting you under the pavement
[00:58.31]No buddhist priest catholic or baptist pastor can save him
[01:01.05]Im far from religious
[01:02.56]But i got beliefs so i put
[01:04.37]Cannary yellow diamonds
[01:05.24]In my jesus piece
[01:06.62]I came back from the dead
[01:08.31]Without a part of my chest
[01:09.49]Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest
[01:12.12]I waited for 3 years
[01:13.93]While everybody else dropped
[01:15.49]Now i understand why NAS
[01:16.93]Did a song with his pops
[01:18.43]Im ready to die
[01:19.68]Without a reasonable doubt
[01:20.87]Smoke chronic and hit it
[01:22.31]Doggy style before i go out
[01:23.81]Until they sign my death certificate
[01:25.62]All eyez on me
[01:26.62]Im still at it illmatic
[01:28.12]And thats THE DOCUMENTARY
[01:29.99]If i die my ****** **** it
[01:44.62]I did a song with Mary Blige my ******
[01:46.74]Got a hook from Faith
[01:48.24]No verse from Jay
[01:49.62]I guess on westside story
[01:50.93]He thought i spit in his face
[01:52.81]I told Ed Lover and Monie Luv
[01:54.18]I was talkin to Ja
[01:55.24]With that mayback line
[01:56.43]It was payback time
[01:58.06]Keep ****in with me *****
[01:59.68]Ill put you under me
[02:00.99]Take your car and trade it in
[02:02.74]For eight 3 hundred C's
[02:03.87]If you cross my T
[02:05.31]I dot your I's
[02:06.74]You'll do life in a cementary
[02:08.12]Ill do mine with Shyne
[02:09.74]Come home sit in the thrown
[02:11.31]With my legs crossed
[02:12.31]And my air force
[02:13.18]Middle finger up
[02:13.99]**** the world
[02:15.68]Cause im fellin like Puff
[02:16.81]When life after death hit
[02:18.06]Mo' money mo' problems
[02:19.68]And i lost my best friend
[02:21.18]Im the second ****** *****
[02:22.56]From compton u'll ever hear
[02:23.99]The first ***** only put out albums
[02:26.31]Every 7 years haha
[02:27.37]You know what speakin of Jay
[02:29.24]That just makes me roll down
[02:30.49]Now your song westside story
[02:31.99]Ohh Ohh
[02:33.24]You got a line that says
[02:34.61]Dont wear throwbacks
[02:35.24]Or drive ride in maybacks
[02:36.56]Is that a shot at Jay
[02:38.06]Naa i was talkin about Ja Rule
[02:39.99]Yeah So Yeah i got a lot of
[02:42.11]Respect for Jay
[02:43.12]You know what im saying
[02:44.49]I never take shots at legends
[02:46.31]Thats just something i dont do
[02:47.93]
[02:49.55]Let me tell you why i do this shit
[02:52.36]Im a son of a gun
[02:53.61]Cause moms was a hoover crip
[02:55.17]First day i got signed
[02:56.74]I had to prove i spit
[02:58.18]Freestyle with Busta Rhymes
[02:59.68]Son dude is sick
[03:01.18]The prodigy of Doc Dre
[03:02.55]I could finally put the shoes on
[03:04.18]Now that the rumors of Rakim and Cube gone
[03:07.05]They say truth hurts
[03:08.49]Sunk like quick sand
[03:09.93]Dont stop me in traffic
[03:11.42]And ask about hi**an
[03:12.61]I gotta restore the feelin
[03:14.74]It crawled from under the rock
[03:16.11]After the dog pound
[03:17.24]Crushed the buildings
[03:18.11]I got a family to feed
[03:19.68]Im the middle of 9 children
[03:21.05]We can talk about a loan
[03:22.55]After i sell 5 million
[03:23.99]If i tell you i aint game
[03:25.68]And i dont know Dre
[03:26.80]You gonn do me like x-zibit
[03:28.30]And cut half of my face
[03:29.87]I take all the credit
[03:31.30]For putting the west
[03:32.24]Back on the map
[03:33.05]If you aint feelin that
[03:33.99]Guess im Gorilla Black

作曲 : Bhasker, Taylor
What happened in hip hop
That got Pac and Big shot
The thicks blocks
Now every rapper claim
He let his clique pop
But even myself told the gun
To know the run then get shot
Ive been there before
Now im ****in with doc
Gotta do them Calvin Broadus numbers
If not i push rocks
Anticipatin my incarceration
Media think im fakin like mason
But when it comes to mase
**** R Kelly i dont take it in the face
I find out who sprayed it
And im putting you under the pavement
No buddhist priest catholic or baptist pastor can save him
Im far from religious
But i got beliefs so i put
Cannary yellow diamonds
In my jesus piece
I came back from the dead
Without a part of my chest
Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest
I waited for 3 years
While everybody else dropped
Now i understand why NAS
Did a song with his pops
Im ready to die
Without a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it
Doggy style before i go out
Until they sign my death certificate
All eyez on me
Im still at it illmatic
And thats THE DOCUMENTARY
If i die my ****** **** it
I did a song with Mary Blige my ******
Got a hook from Faith
No verse from Jay
I guess on westside story
He thought i spit in his face
I told Ed Lover and Monie Luv
I was talkin to Ja
With that mayback line
It was payback time
Keep ****in with me *****
Ill put you under me
Take your car and trade it in
For eight 3 hundred C's
If you cross my T
I dot your I's
You'll do life in a cementary
Ill do mine with Shyne
Come home sit in the thrown
With my legs crossed
And my air force
Middle finger up
**** the world
Cause im fellin like Puff
When life after death hit
Mo' money mo' problems
And i lost my best friend
Im the second ****** *****
From compton u'll ever hear
The first ***** only put out albums
Every 7 years haha
You know what speakin of Jay
That just makes me roll down
Now your song westside story
Ohh Ohh
You got a line that says
Dont wear throwbacks
Or drive ride in maybacks
Is that a shot at Jay
Naa i was talkin about Ja Rule
Yeah So Yeah i got a lot of
Respect for Jay
You know what im saying
I never take shots at legends
Thats just something i dont do
Let me tell you why i do this shit
Im a son of a gun
Cause moms was a hoover crip
First day i got signed
I had to prove i spit
Freestyle with Busta Rhymes
Son dude is sick
The prodigy of Doc Dre
I could finally put the shoes on
Now that the rumors of Rakim and Cube gone
They say truth hurts
Sunk like quick sand
Dont stop me in traffic
And ask about hi**an
I gotta restore the feelin
It crawled from under the rock
After the dog pound
Crushed the buildings
I got a family to feed
Im the middle of 9 children
We can talk about a loan
After i sell 5 million
If i tell you i aint game
And i dont know Dre
You gonn do me like x-zibit
And cut half of my face
I take all the credit
For putting the west
Back on the map
If you aint feelin that
Guess im Gorilla Black