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译文: 向下一景. 九眼.
no more, I had more money than Prince See, I was quittin' the game and tonight was my fling You see, on the streets they're players but only one king
bury kings Proper education, Allah sees everything How High, just another form of elevation That's why I choose to build from the basement Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine
kings in this rap thing Biggie, a motherfuckin' rap phenomenon This rule is so underrated Actin' as if it can't happen, you're frontin' Ain't no other kings
, niggas don't wanna let him shine Niggas hate that fact Sauce don't give a fuckin' nine Soon as he ran his mouth, one tre pound seven to nine Guess who
a shotgun, burnin' at the back of your dome 300 years left, my dawg ain't never comin' home One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the nine Almost died
topic Ain't even fit to step in Shaq's arena I look inside your mind and I seen your shook demeanor in your eyes, why are you suprised No matter how you
on your tims Kiss you before I twist you 170 miles, headed for disaster faster I put it down right bustin' off these rounds like Real niggaz is kings
to get me to see My eyes closed and rolled back Holdin a thought deep in my mind about a car jack Another break down in the middle of the street People
the crusty ass booger hanging out of your nose Im the stink on your toes im the weed to your rose Not one of your friends but one of your foes And spittin
unknown, R.A. the Rugged Man! [Timbo King] Aiyo, we black macks, with black hats and black bats Black Panthers, with black gats, twenty-one blackjacks Twenty one
alright I got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic I know now... So I know we'll be alright [Nas:] Yeah, Nine-four, Destiny opens her eyes For
I ball for life A half a key in my drawers, bein' cautious like I wanna rise keep my eyes open Witness motherfuckers die with they eyes open My niggaz
, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gun play I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down
Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down
'cause of course you hate it, watch how we rise (Wha'?) Nigga I street talk, the gangsta' walk to be like this Then I load 'em up, one by one shootin
in your vibe In your claws, some in your eyes Chasin' you, you chasin' me We belong, like Adam and Eve You're the Queen, I'm the King Shall no one, intervene
