So when your heart cries out in the middle of a sleepless night And you're lost and feeling lonely When seconds count, count on me, count on me When
译文: 幸存者. 当秒计数.
it/ I'm a count my blessings and pray that these haters ain't disrespecting/ Ain't ever no questions/ If we gotta rebel and do some checkin'/ At any second
in the water waiting for me yeah I cant think twice tonight man, I?m ready to go down Life! I?m been waiting for this second to come now the count down
Water Niggaz all over claimin' they foldin' weight I caught yo slippin', rippin' that duct tape over yo face An off the Golden Gate Let go I'm down to break jaws when
rules set by the fool from the ol' school When it's time to duel, you get two men Two heaters, one street, one clock and when it strike twelve one of
charge of your life Do us all a favor and please quit your behavior Count your blessings ?cause only you and God could save ya To the people, when the
smooth, remember the name I used to wax chump rappers like it was a game The rhymes that I've accumulated and lyrically created I counted and amounted everyone I ever stated Play second
salty when I bend them into the shape of a pretzel I make them flexible when I break their schedule. It only got hard... When I asked 'em politely not
comes Only got two minutes to bounce, and every second counts Better press, wreck on your tek, here we go, set passed on Moet My trickery more slippery when
rules set by the fool from the ol' school When it's time to duel, you get two men Two heaters, one street, one clock And when it strike twelve, one of
right, everybody shut up I said, "Shut up" Now are you ready to play the game? No! Are you ready to play the game? Yeah! The game Playing to survive
the Tooth Fairy Not Jack Spade or Engelbert Humperdink Listen to this rhyme and tell us what you think One two three Grand Puba's on the count Rhyming
gettin' to showin' out when the yard flexes Liable, blow a whole on a psycho Vital, lookin' out for the rival tribal dead on arrival Psycho, it's all about survival
bet you often wonder how niggas survive in the trail You got jacked and took six and died in your house And motherfuckers sat and grieved your death One of them motherfuckers counted
the funk The results you're a gang stuffed in a car trunk You couldn't come to the jungles of the East poppin' that game You won't survive get live catchin
change,expecting it to remain - now nothing is left unstained! No! When thereA's nothing more that we can trade, own, steal, or sell... When thereA's
Your sinking guilt and approaching nightmare And I know none of us will survive Because I know everything Alright And my dear I need you to move a little faster This second counts
