From "The Spy Who Loved Me" - Bach: Suite No. 3 in D Major BWV 1068: Air

歌詞

[Chorus: Lil' Keke] [x6] Who's The Man? Who's the boss? Who's the nigga that paid the cost? I really don't give a damn 'Cause I ain't the one who's gonna take the loss. [Z-Ro singing over chorus:] I'm just ridin' on my grind. [Verse 1: Z-Ro] Uh, I remember strugglin' way back when But now I lay back in Maybach Benz 18's in the trunk with pass packed in He's real he is not one of these fake black men I never been a hater, hatin' ain't where it's at My finger where the 7 & a half karats at You ain't even gotta wonder what the girls are starin' at They ready to fuckin' set me up to get my ass jacked But they don't know about Joseph Wayne Psycho path gangsta slash solider mayne He's rides on niggas & disguise on niggas And feels nothin' like he's full of Novocaine That's why you never see me on B.E.T. When I beat up a rapper he'll file charges on me If I'm arrested again I won't get a B - O - N - D I'd rather die then live life in the Penitentiary But these days you gotta be strapped Even when I'm at home I go to sleep with the ghat The grave is where most of my niggas sleepin at All the Screwed Up Click legends ain't never comin' back Like Screw, Big Steve, Big Hawk & Fat Pat When you cross yo' best bet is to back back Mo' City, Texas will open up yo' back Where the killers get killed & the jackers get jacked I use to smoke Sherm & sip that drank mayne Get stuck at the intersection & watch the light change Ostrich interior, hand full of wood grain Big body sittin' wide enough to take up both lanes I chunk up the deuce for the North & the South And the boys with that hard & that soft in they house I blow alot of money when I go up in my vault 'Cause I'm platinum bound & I'm still hot. [Chorus: Lil' Keke] Who's The Man? Who's the boss? Who's the nigga that paid the cost? I really don't give a damn 'Cause I ain't the one who's gonna take the loss. [Verse 2: Trae] Trae so hood bitch I am the truth I get paid bein' broke has no use Only thing I get to give is the deuce I hit a lick & told 'em put it on my tooth Boss of the bottom with the swag of a mobb Pants sittin low with a rag or a dobb Pistol on my waist to keep drama from gettin' hard When I ride one of these 6 whips out the yard It ain't no tellin' how many niggas I writes off I got goons in the trap for the right cost I watch you leap out then I take a nice loss I play it raw & I ain't leavin' 'til your lights off Fresh Coogi when I walk with the price off I'm still a million dollar nigga with the ice off I'm even raw with the mic off And still fuck a million dollar bitch without even takin my Nik's off Twenty eight's got my feet takin high steps Fifty grand worth of ones, work bi - ceps Tell them hoes I got alot & if I make it rain now It ain't gon' step 'til Next Friday like Mike Epps I ride 4's like my name was J - Dogg So let the world know they ain't fuckin' with Trae dog We hit your whole block nothin' less than a K dog We real in these streets, other niggas are gay dog They tellin' me I'm blessed cause my wrist is a hot mess I need you dick ridin' ass niggas to jock less You better get your girl 'fore she part of the process I have her ass pumpin' like the dope in the projects I'm still in these streets like I ain't even hot yet I do it for the hood like I can't even stop yet They already know I'm the man When they see me pull up, drivin' in somethin' that ain't even out yet. [Chorus: Lil' Keke] Who's The Man? Who's the boss? Who's the nigga that paid the cost? I really don't give a damn 'Cause I ain't the one who's gonna take the loss. [Verse 3: Z-Ro] When I get hungry I take flights out of town To restaurants in other cities just to chow down I remember y'all laughin' everytime I came around I'm a slave as a king, laugh as you bow down "I always knew you would make it Z-Ro" Why your nose growin' you ain't have faith in me hoe Pinocchio partners are the worse kind so I'm alone when ever you see me in my fo' do Any one of my cars or truck made by Lincoln Peel out on every block wheel rubber still sinkin' Don't run up on me too quick, you better start thinkin I'll leave you havin a seizure that eye still blinkin' Anything I gotta do to win, I'm a win I'd rather do right but if I gotta sin, I'm a sin I repent for my sins, but I will kill again Whatever I gotta do to keep my blood in my skin '96 to '06 10 years in it Got a steady pace, never had to switch gears in it But I elevated from no rank to a leuitenant I'm a be runnin' the show like I'm a Warden in a minute H-Town need me like Atlanta need Jeezy Not platinum yet but on my way please believe me Holdin' young money like Baby & Lil' Weezy Bangin Juvenile, Lil' O & Lil' Keke They started off hot & they still hot You other rappers wasn't & you still not You not a MC just 'cause you grilled out Johnny's for nothin' droppin' dollar bills out But me I'm a gangsta from head to feet Plus I'm a pimp 'cause these chicks feed my bread to me Before Hawk died the last thing he said to me Was that I'm platinum bound & I'm still hot. [Chorus: Lil' Keke] ['Til End] Who's The Man? Who's the boss? Who's the nigga that paid the cost? I really don't give a damn 'Cause I ain't the one who's gonna take the loss.