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Roc -A-Fella Get Low Respect It
作詞:Malik Cox, E Matlock, Curtis Mayfield
Okay, I'm reloaded, yeah, y'know It's Young E, Get Low in the bulding, we back M.A.D.E., everybody ready? It's that new shit ya hear Yo, Guru, let's do it for these niggas, yeah
Ayo, Roc-A-Fella Records runnin' the streets reckless Get Low, the future, you gotta respect it
The hood's still in back of me, guns still beside of me Still for the street, hoes, they wanna ride wit me Big print, like I just hit lottery Like y'all can't see a nigga straight from poverty
We ghetto, we're gutter, where you don't come around Some dudes make records an' say they underground But I choose not to go that far 'cuz I was born there, pa I don't gotta write bars, you niggaz see my scars?
An' you know my story I'm more for the war, I'm 'bout guts an' glory Them other dudes front for y'all, I can't do it I don't gotta sell my soul to sell music
I put the beat on, Murder'll roll the weed up Put it on the street one week, watch it heat up Heavy rotation, rockin' on Hot 9 You niggaz get your money right 'cuz I got mine
An' it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin' the streets reckless Get Low, the future, you gotta respect it
I been in it since 9 to 6 before I could drive whips To focus on gettin' paid, before 'Coming of age' Niggaz, they understand the boy done became a man 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Loyal to all my peeps, that's why I did for the fam
Who the fuck, want what? None of you niggaz I'm right back 'cuz I ain't done wit the bidniss Them niggaz owe me a check, niggaz owe me respect I give you that good game I told you I been M.A.D.E.
An' it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin' the streets reckless Get Low, the future, you gotta respect it
An' I'm from the M to the A to the R C Y So many niggaz be hatin', they don't want me to ride But, you see Bleek just livin' his life Instead you wanna see a nigga throwin' that iron
Well, so be it, it's many dudes in the team That ain't family now an' y'all see it Dynasty though, it remain the same So every time you throw it up You know who changed the game, homie
The ROC army, Get Low an' State Property Caked up in real estate an' never played Monopoly But why them niggaz wanna act all aggy? 'Cuz of the bigger plate an' I got more baggies?
But shit where's the love? I could tell you it ain't nuttin' over here but new guns an' slugs An' it's all about the butter, you ain't listenin', baby, boy? That the ROC'll never lose, we just kill an' destroy
An' it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin' the streets reckless Get Low, the future, you gotta respect it
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