[00:00.000] 作曲 : Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr./Derrick Baker/Cainon Lamb/Varick Smith/Donny Flores/steven kubie/Verdell Lanier/Michael Stokes/Jean Claude Olivier/James Mtume/Christopher Wallace/Sean Combs
[00:00.364]My world is cold, my friends are few (Friends are few)
[00:05.145]Good morning
[00:06.040]Without you here, my joy seems cruel
[00:09.934]Yeah
[00:11.383]Magnum opus, ****, we the elite
[00:13.969]She ain't a freak, but she do it for me, gang
[00:16.904]Took the crumbs and I made me a feast
[00:18.843]You want a piece? ****, bon appétit
[00:21.026]Time to **** up the streets
[00:22.510]Blowing big, Mr. **** The Police
[00:25.138]Dead presidents, forgot to impeach, gang
[00:27.966]Snatch crumbs out the mouth of the beast
[00:30.053]Here's a piece, all my **** eat
[00:32.080]Time to **** up the streets
[00:33.309]They wanna stick me for my paper, no Biggie
[00:36.247]Death row '94, I brought the hammer wit' me
[00:38.866]This rap shit done went soft on ****
[00:40.980]You know the rest, LAX, take off on ****
[00:43.682]I'm talking lolos, a couple of cholos, la vida loco
[00:46.811]Facts in a chokehold, hey Siri, we need some more hoes
[00:50.008]I know you hear me, in ya theory, we gon' poke holes
[00:52.675]Two middle fingers in the air, yeah, that's the logo
[00:55.373]Come have a seat wit' us, keep discreet figures
[00:57.855]Road to the riches, bitches at the Staples Center hitting switches
[01:01.056]Celebrate my **** Kobe like JFK
[01:03.729]And turn this shit into a ****ing Billie Holiday
[01:06.463]No more TED Talk, let the bread talk
[01:08.776]OG loud, ****, Kid Rock, city in a headlock
[01:12.151]Birthdays was the worst days, now we sip Gin and Juice when we thirsty
[01:16.923]Yeah, you on the clock, tick-tock, ****, kick rocks
[01:20.308]With the position you're in, I'd be pissed off
[01:23.213]My clip cough, 3-2-1, lift off
[01:25.763]She paid for the ass, I wonder how much the lips cost
[01:28.546]I bet a blank check will dry up all them tears
[01:30.946]Black Moses, give me my roses while I'm here wit' ya
[01:34.018]They say a artist paint till ain't nothing left
[01:36.133]That's what the **** I call a brush wit' death, what you expect, cuh?
[01:39.739]Magnum opus, ****, we the elite
[01:42.390]She ain't a freak, but she do it for me, gang
[01:45.250]Took the crumbs and I made me a feast
[01:47.263]You want a piece? ****, bon appétit
[01:49.426]Time to **** up the streets
[01:50.843]Blowing big, Mr. **** The Police
[01:53.514]Dead presidents, forgot to impeach, gang
[01:56.311]Snatch crumbs out the mouth of the beast
[01:58.343]Here's a piece, all my **** eat
[02:00.440]Time to **** up the streets
[02:01.848]My world is cold, my friends are few (Friends are few)
[02:07.360]Without you here, my joy seems cruel (Joy seems cruel)
[02:12.852]My world is cold, my friends are few (Friends are few)
[02:18.592]Without you here, my joy seems cruel (Joy seems cruel)
[02:24.187]When you left, you took part of me
[02:28.557]What can I do?

作曲 : Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr./Derrick Baker/Cainon Lamb/Varick Smith/Donny Flores/steven kubie/Verdell Lanier/Michael Stokes/Jean Claude Olivier/James Mtume/Christopher Wallace/Sean Combs
My world is cold, my friends are few (Friends are few)
Good morning
Without you here, my joy seems cruel
Yeah
Magnum opus, ****, we the elite
She ain't a freak, but she do it for me, gang
Took the crumbs and I made me a feast
You want a piece? ****, bon appétit
Time to **** up the streets
Blowing big, Mr. **** The Police
Dead presidents, forgot to impeach, gang
Snatch crumbs out the mouth of the beast
Here's a piece, all my **** eat
Time to **** up the streets
They wanna stick me for my paper, no Biggie
Death row '94, I brought the hammer wit' me
This rap shit done went soft on ****
You know the rest, LAX, take off on ****
I'm talking lolos, a couple of cholos, la vida loco
Facts in a chokehold, hey Siri, we need some more hoes
I know you hear me, in ya theory, we gon' poke holes
Two middle fingers in the air, yeah, that's the logo
Come have a seat wit' us, keep discreet figures
Road to the riches, bitches at the Staples Center hitting switches
Celebrate my **** Kobe like JFK
And turn this shit into a ****ing Billie Holiday
No more TED Talk, let the bread talk
OG loud, ****, Kid Rock, city in a headlock
Birthdays was the worst days, now we sip Gin and Juice when we thirsty
Yeah, you on the clock, tick-tock, ****, kick rocks
With the position you're in, I'd be pissed off
My clip cough, 3-2-1, lift off
She paid for the ass, I wonder how much the lips cost
I bet a blank check will dry up all them tears
Black Moses, give me my roses while I'm here wit' ya
They say a artist paint till ain't nothing left
That's what the **** I call a brush wit' death, what you expect, cuh?
Magnum opus, ****, we the elite
She ain't a freak, but she do it for me, gang
Took the crumbs and I made me a feast
You want a piece? ****, bon appétit
Time to **** up the streets
Blowing big, Mr. **** The Police
Dead presidents, forgot to impeach, gang
Snatch crumbs out the mouth of the beast
Here's a piece, all my **** eat
Time to **** up the streets
My world is cold, my friends are few (Friends are few)
Without you here, my joy seems cruel (Joy seems cruel)
My world is cold, my friends are few (Friends are few)
Without you here, my joy seems cruel (Joy seems cruel)
When you left, you took part of me
What can I do?