Brandenburg Concerto No. 1 in F Major, BWV 1046: III. Allegro

歌詞

Yeah, check it out, uh yo Yo, I was sittin' on the block with the deuce-deuce, the bubble goose Nigga popped up in the blue Coupe, this nigga Moose This nigga fishy, this nigga he stay pissy Run up behind niggaz, the blizzy and get busy I seen niggaz resent, some nigga wrist be broke over this coke Or pocket full of crispy Dollar bills make nigga swallow the steel And most niggaz can't swallow a pill, know how that feel? But back to the skit nigga, in back of the whip With the windows half way down about to clap on some shit And I'm rappin' and shit to this platinum chick It was fucked up, I got shorty back of the whip I'm paranoid but still got the gat and the clip If them niggaz spit, I got to spit back at the whip If it go down, shorty whole back'll get ripped And that's low down, real life theatrical shit So I grabbed shorty hand, took a couple of paces Said some "Hail Mary" maintain my patience Oh shit, this nigga spit four quick I threw shorty down and let off the whole clip Then reloaded but holdin' the whole whip In broad day, so niggaz done witnessed the whole shit Had to flee this shit is blasphemy I took a couple of steps and the nigga blasted me This nigga Moose got loose from the caboose Ain't thinkin' about a truce, try to knock my dick loose My deuce-deuce ain't fuckin' with Moose point forty I try to save the chick but the nigga done lose shorty Two to her gut, one to her chest, one to her head Now shorty layin' puddles of red, fuck it I'm fed I'm tryna figure was it somethin' I said That got this dumb nigga bustin' out lead, discussion is dead I understand this man, he got a cannon in his hand The sound alone, this shit is bananas My one plan was to hit him and run fam But God saved my life, when he made his gun jam Time to leave but he still tryna squeeze Instead of tryna buy him some time on his knees Nigga please, you got no reason to buck up Knowin' that you 'bout to get shot the fuck up Duke was brave but his stupid ways Is the reason why I'm 'bout to twist Duke toupee And I'ma squeezin' but the gun wouldn't shot no strays Now we even but the nigga like six two, what would you do? I'm 'bout to out fox this nigga Son at one sixty-five, I'ma box this nigga But what he don't know, Loon 'bout to ox this nigga Hit him dead in his fuckin neck, when I chop this nigga But thoughts in my mind, tellin' me let it slide So I'ma get in my ride and catch Duke another time Just circle the block smoke a purple of choc This nigga heart stop, nigga died right on the spot No bullshit, collapse right on the block Crackheads went in his slacks, hit him right in his knot Save me the trouble, now my phone on bubble (they comin' for you) Feds tappin' my line, like nigga condone the trouble Walk out my motherfuckin' home is a struggle Fuck them pigs, I don't own no shovel What the fuck Now all that bullshit I done been through with this nigga I ain't lay a single solitary motherfuckin' hand on this nigga This nigga drops dead, these motherfuckers is all on my ass Like I did somethin' to this nigga Word to my mother, this shit is some real bullshit man This nigga killed my motherfuckin' bitch Now I'm runnin' around like motherfuckin' Harrison Ford Like I'm some motherfuckin' "Fugitive" or somethin' man This is some real bullshit man But I'ma ride this shit out man 'Cause I'ma motherfuckin' Bad Boy