[00:00.00] 作曲 : Aguilar, Heath, Saunders
[00:09.06]{Melachi The
[00:09.33]Nutcracker}
[00:09.63]Yo my rhymes are deep, when
[00:10.80]I walk thru the streets
[00:12.12]If you wanna eat, you gotta work for this meat
[00:14.58]The stress is building, people are losing their children
[00:17.25]I can feel the pain, just from the blood spilling
[00:19.53]I ain't sittin around chillin waitin for that
[00:21.84]I'd rather make moves with my man
[00:23.70]Lil Dap Too many people killin made me lose my mind
[00:26.58]Crime don't pay, it's just a waste of time
[00:29.19]You should shine like a sun, or the
[00:30.81]Holy One Blessed with a gift to get the job done
[00:34.23]Nutcracker's the one, and
[00:35.58]New York is where
[00:36.12]I'm from Group
[00:36.90]Home for the year 2 g, let's get it on son
[00:40.95]Chorus: Lil
[00:46.02]Dap (repeat 3X)
[00:46.47]Straight like that, why these niggas beefin for ra
[00:48.90]Matter of fact, puttin
[00:50.16]Brooklyn down on the map
[00:51.27]No turnin back, rollin with my
[00:52.98]A-Mob cats {
[00:55.62]Steph Lova}
[00:56.10]Yo, this is for my dogs, can't forget my divas
[01:01.56]Nonbelievers, under achievers, pockets stuffed like pitas
[01:04.11]Cuz the Love is off the meter, on any givin
[01:06.45]Weep the compition shiftin cliffin like what!?!
[01:09.03]Spittin up blood from the slugs caught in the club
[01:11.43]Just because the been thought and ducked
[01:13.92]What you get for thinkin, have all you cats rinkin
[01:16.23]The crew that have sink and shot the engine out your
[01:18.24]Lincoln Just for livin, you know
[01:20.01]I talk a lot of shit, but that's a given
[01:21.78]Gats stay hidden, cause all this is forbidden
[01:24.18]From my side of the chalk, you sell crack till your rap shit kick off
[01:27.24]Or a beef kick off, heard 3 shots lick off
[01:29.61]Spark the riot up north
[01:32.70]Chorus 2X
[01:45.54]Yo straight like that, yo straight like that {
[01:47.67]Yo my little bitch is my bitch till the day that we die
[01:50.58]Clean out my inside before
[01:52.08]I rest my eyes
[01:53.07]This is for my niggas livin out there in the street
[01:55.50]Searching for peeps, hopin someone hears us upstairs
[01:57.96]Blockin out my fears, time to get fame this year
[02:00.27]So what's your hobby son?
[02:01.29]Comin from
[02:01.98]Brooklyn,
[02:02.37]New York Like 10 years in the game, with the
[02:04.47]Group Home name
[02:05.22]When cats were scared, to step or even walk in the train
[02:07.68]Chorus 3X

作曲 : Aguilar, Heath, Saunders
{Melachi The
Nutcracker}
Yo my rhymes are deep, when
I walk thru the streets
If you wanna eat, you gotta work for this meat
The stress is building, people are losing their children
I can feel the pain, just from the blood spilling
I ain't sittin around chillin waitin for that
I'd rather make moves with my man
Lil Dap Too many people killin made me lose my mind
Crime don't pay, it's just a waste of time
You should shine like a sun, or the
Holy One Blessed with a gift to get the job done
Nutcracker's the one, and
New York is where
I'm from Group
Home for the year 2 g, let's get it on son
Chorus: Lil
Dap (repeat 3X)
Straight like that, why these niggas beefin for ra
Matter of fact, puttin
Brooklyn down on the map
No turnin back, rollin with my
A-Mob cats {
Steph Lova}
Yo, this is for my dogs, can't forget my divas
Nonbelievers, under achievers, pockets stuffed like pitas
Cuz the Love is off the meter, on any givin
Weep the compition shiftin cliffin like what!?!
Spittin up blood from the slugs caught in the club
Just because the been thought and ducked
What you get for thinkin, have all you cats rinkin
The crew that have sink and shot the engine out your
Lincoln Just for livin, you know
I talk a lot of shit, but that's a given
Gats stay hidden, cause all this is forbidden
From my side of the chalk, you sell crack till your rap shit kick off
Or a beef kick off, heard 3 shots lick off
Spark the riot up north
Chorus 2X
Yo straight like that, yo straight like that {
Yo my little bitch is my bitch till the day that we die
Clean out my inside before
I rest my eyes
This is for my niggas livin out there in the street
Searching for peeps, hopin someone hears us upstairs
Blockin out my fears, time to get fame this year
So what's your hobby son?
Comin from
Brooklyn,
New York Like 10 years in the game, with the
Group Home name
When cats were scared, to step or even walk in the train
Chorus 3X