Another One Bites the Dust

歌詞

[Chorus] We got another one popping Turn it up a notch and keep rocking Turn it up a notch and keep knocking The haters wanna look, then keep watching (Ha Ha) Laugh at them, let them look 'Cause they know they can't stop us (Know they, know they) Know they can't top us Keep dropping, niggas keep watching This one is sinful sentiments I keep a pump like adrenaline The opposite of innocent, gun play is imminent The penmanship red, your dead, scribbled in blood Wannabe thugs fled and gave the ground a hug I got an airhead rat I like to keep doped up Told her that she was dreaming, her man got his throat cut Jedi mind trick a bitch, push a sell and get a chick to split the L If the pigs flick the whip, give me bail "What up, though?" to Brooklyn, the dogs are loose Who calling troops? The shotguns tossing goose And broke the treaty, I'll smoke you easy Murder City where the rich are broke and peazy What the hell? I reckon they want a twelve The second I heard this record, I figured I might as well Aggravate and piss off those that can't stand me Like man and the man is trying to raise a family Ban me, I said it and I don't give a fuck, call me the outlaw Thinking I need this business? I can do without ya'll As long as Agent K is making fully-automatics, I'mma get it And I ain't bullshitting you can forget it Pussy-ass niggas popping shit on they web pages The game has become outrageous The stage is set for real niggas to come out with them gauges And the gangsters out of them cages [Chorus] Off the wall, no curl kit, no electric socks Your world flip, pearl grip on the sket that pop Murder, death, kill villain from the 'Ville Pill-poppin', still real cocaine-cooking niggas drill poppin' Sean Price the name, Random Axe is the group, duke I spray shots in vain cops, fuck it you loot, duke Hippity-hop niggas wanna rap in the booth cute Meanwhile I got crack stacked up in the deuce shoe Fuck fame, homie, I rap for the change only Counter-punch suckers for lunch, I'm James Toney You got the star look, but your ring and your chain's phony Back of 'The Source' jewels, slap, we force cool (Ooh!) We all one in the same It's like I am Ruck, I am Black Milk, B I'm Trick Trick, I am Simpson, but I'm not guilty Rock filthy, the block's feel me I own them, fuck a Donald Trump, I'm 'Donald Dump' I got realty See me in HD, high-def, definitely high Stunting caught 'em all, berry niggas cry Oh, I know Inspectah Deck 'em in the eye You not doing the electric, I ain't letting niggas slide Act up, it's ramifications of blamming a gauge in Your face, It's beef, not the shit on a sandwich your making Amateurs faking but don't respect or knock your ganstafications Me? I'mma a monster, my mere presence will panic a nation Niggas 'bout as loyal as Popeye bitch Olive Oyl No beef raps, but I got drama for you Think about it, you know who I got with me Brooklyn, Detroit, same shit, they both 'Rock City'