say it Drop your guns, and raise your hands in the air Drop your guns, and raise your hands in the air Drop your guns, and raise your hands in the air
译文: 四月葡萄酒. 放下你的枪.
the game, get you a 'zil' Forever, put you until, it fit me to kill Heat, got it with me still Flip the game over, see me, we be, untouched Out like your motherfuckin' guns
, big Beans up for lettin me know Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough Won't be a second we won't; they lettin me go Since pays wisen your ways,
was a drug we'd O.D. (c'mon) Got game for days - betta keep yo' broad away from a nigga like me I likes to play (I likes to play) Drop the top and feel
on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam
in makin plans with me, she know I'm here for sex On another note, where them haters at, I'm here to plex How they talkin talkin guns with a pistol and
they want to be stars Snatching up your life into the blink of an eye And if you see your cloning on a street walking by Keep a running for your life
your styles, although you rhyme quicker No matter what you do, I'll always lace mine thicker Jealousy will make a fool die quicker than liquor Watch your back with your
get dropped with the quickness I got an ill left and a right fist make mistakes And you'll lose or you might die 'cause I'm the wrong Ice for your bruise
pop-drunks get the guns out Set the shit off with the full clips Niggas lookin' hard in the club - now whassup bitch? Whassup bitch?!! Pull your weapon
I'm connected to a dime piece I check your styles, although you rhyme quicker No matter what you do, I'll always lace mine thicker Watch your back with your
ghetto govenor For the love of her, punish 'em, drop they juggler Son's luckier, put your money up and stumbler Swash Buckler, Club King, pull the gun
one o'clock booty call this girl is a freak. Lights out. Drop those drawers pull back those sheets. But hold up. Stand up and throw your head to your
rap artists out in the streets You always say our jams are wack but yours'll be tight But you never been near a studio in your life You see, disrespect is your
boys respect your name Keep your heaters at close reach cocked and ready Cause the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady Watch your back with your
wonder? Eyes flutter As love When Nas pops up Stars get starstruck Panties start drippin', the ways of Carlito Blaze, torpedo Cigars drop robes Hoes Drop
