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It's Time I See You - Jadakiss.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : DOZIER, LAMONT/GREEN, SHANDEL/HOLLAND, BRIAN/HOLLAND, EDDIE/JACOBS, SEAN D./JEFFERS, EVE/MARTIN, S/P
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Green, Jacobs, Jeffers, Martin ...
[00:00.00] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[00:07.80]Mother****ers y'all mother****ers talkin' 'bout huh?
[00:09.42]It's time
[00:10.35]I see youGet it right
[00:12.69]You mother****er mother****ers heard
[00:13.11]Suge Knight
[00:14.04]Double R's the only mother****ers he respect
[00:15.87]And y'all mother****ers shook right?
[00:17.16]Y'all get on hot ninety seven and talk wit a baritone
[00:20.13]Wit two mother****ers downstairs wit licensed guns to take y'all home
[00:22.98]Scared ass mother****ers
[00:24.48]You thin'k they gon take a life so they can get life
[00:27.00]Ask Puff they ain't tryin' to hear that shit
[00:28.95]For no cake, and y'all can get at us on
[00:30.93]Labor DayWe make stones that say
[00:32.76]Pay your debt and get moms labor day
[00:34.50]I'm in the hood so we can link up, any place you think of
[00:37.44]Handheld don't hold prints plus
[00:38.82]I burnt the tip of my fingers
[00:40.20]I'm a Bronx muther****ing witness, double
[00:42.33]R's hoodrat
[00:43.26]The mother****ers they come get quick mother****er, on this hood shit
[00:46.05]Y'all ****in' think the ryders a joke, well
[00:47.76]I don't play
[00:48.72]I blow you whole ****in' shit up
[00:50.34]Like Tim Mc
[00:51.09]VeighGimme the needle, not tomorrow, but today
[00:54.39]Cross comin' y'all better get the **** out the way
[00:57.45]I ain't the shit that you see that's on the top of your church
[01:00.21]I put a bomb in your baby carriage
[01:02.19]Brick through your hearse
[01:03.18]Tell your
[01:03.54]CEO, don't call my
[01:04.74]CEO apologizin'
[01:06.42]I'm at your wake in the choir
[01:07.98]Standin' harmonizin'
[01:09.57]It's in'fa red the mother****ing shitbag that be on top of the heater
[01:12.18]The best thing in
[01:12.90]New YorkSince
[01:13.59]Steinbrenner signed
[01:14.64]JeterHold
[01:15.45]Camby sister the hostage, then send 'em a reef
[01:17.88]So stop frontin' vegetarian just scared of beef
[01:20.58]Yo, ay suck my mother****ing d**k, the way this chick spit riddles
[01:24.12]Here we go again', only we on kiss bullshit
[01:26.85]We keep comin' and you keep runnin'
[01:29.10]You keep claimin' you the best that done it
[01:31.11]Let me see somethin', fake ass niggas screamin' 'Ryde or die'
[01:35.04]Same niggas we run up on and make 'em cry
[01:37.98]Outta all the camps in this game, nigga
[01:40.59]We the champs in this game who kick the real shit before the fame
[01:44.49]**** you fat ass, fake bad ass niggas
[01:47.34]Still play the hood while you ride past niggas
[01:50.13]Coward trust me we keep it gutter, hope you stay mad a hater'
[01:53.91]Cause you can't touch us, huh
[01:56.52]It's time
[01:57.66]I see youAyo,
[01:58.77]I ain't got a care in the world
[02:00.69]Kidnappin' your kid, maimin' your mom, and airin' your girl
[02:04.05]And like, you ain't got a friend in the world
[02:06.54]I'm hopeless and numb,
[02:07.65]I can't see but
[02:08.55]I can focus my gun
[02:10.02]And I'm down for smokin' blunts to the head
[02:12.24]My nerves is shot, my paces is short,
[02:14.52]I dump in your head
[02:15.84]I'm the hardest nigga out you outta know it by now
[02:18.72]I'm the nigga that they talk about goin' to
[02:20.94]ChaoAnd my name ring bells, my blade stay bloody
[02:24.54]If you heard about me beefin' dog
[02:26.25]I leave the most shells
[02:27.63]The nigga to salute, the quickest to shoot
[02:30.18]Holiday Styles, mother****ers, givin' you pound
[02:33.24]What? Like
[02:34.17]I won't run up and break your jaw
[02:36.18]Like they make a vest for your head to stop the four
[02:39.15]I'm tired of rappin', let's get the
[02:40.83]MackAnd send niggas on vacation
[02:42.96]Right in front of the radio station
[02:45.06]Mother****ers ain't quiet 'til the tech go off
[02:47.73]Arteries hitted, hawkin', they neck is shit
[02:50.61]I'm the mother****ing hardest
[02:52.56]I smack the shit out of any one
[02:54.36]Of your artists whatever the label
[02:56.34]Y'all niggas don't want beef, y'all want meat at the table
[02:59.31]And I don't give a ****,
[03:00.39]Sheek'll do life in the box
[03:02.10]Before any of y'all mother****ing niggas front on the lox
[03:04.92]What? Mother****ers, c'mon
[03:08.04]Yo, If I miss your head and your neck,
[03:09.60]I'll hurt your chest
[03:10.86]If you from the streets betrayal is worse than death
[03:13.77]And I'm known for gettin' money, not known for wildin'
[03:16.68]But I'm real
[03:17.46]I could rock both phones in the island
[03:19.95]This is how we even the bets
[03:21.60]I kill everything you love dog, right now, even the pets
[03:25.35]Everything got dubs on it, even the vets
[03:28.26]Fifty close, then fifty wide, even the sets'
[03:31.17]Cause the bullets is like calisthenics when
[03:33.42]I'm ****in'
[03:34.41]When they start hurtin', that means they workin'
[03:37.32]Only way we comin' is hard
[03:39.09]Industry is like jail niggas, double
[03:41.37]R's runnin' the yard, uh
文本歌词
作词 : DOZIER, LAMONT/GREEN, SHANDEL/HOLLAND, BRIAN/HOLLAND, EDDIE/JACOBS, SEAN D./JEFFERS, EVE/MARTIN, S/P
作曲 : Green, Jacobs, Jeffers, Martin ...
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mother****ers y'all mother****ers talkin' 'bout huh?
It's time
I see youGet it right
You mother****er mother****ers heard
Suge Knight
Double R's the only mother****ers he respect
And y'all mother****ers shook right?
Y'all get on hot ninety seven and talk wit a baritone
Wit two mother****ers downstairs wit licensed guns to take y'all home
Scared ass mother****ers
You thin'k they gon take a life so they can get life
Ask Puff they ain't tryin' to hear that shit
For no cake, and y'all can get at us on
Labor DayWe make stones that say
Pay your debt and get moms labor day
I'm in the hood so we can link up, any place you think of
Handheld don't hold prints plus
I burnt the tip of my fingers
I'm a Bronx muther****ing witness, double
R's hoodrat
The mother****ers they come get quick mother****er, on this hood shit
Y'all ****in' think the ryders a joke, well
I don't play
I blow you whole ****in' shit up
Like Tim Mc
VeighGimme the needle, not tomorrow, but today
Cross comin' y'all better get the **** out the way
I ain't the shit that you see that's on the top of your church
I put a bomb in your baby carriage
Brick through your hearse
Tell your
CEO, don't call my
CEO apologizin'
I'm at your wake in the choir
Standin' harmonizin'
It's in'fa red the mother****ing shitbag that be on top of the heater
The best thing in
New YorkSince
Steinbrenner signed
JeterHold
Camby sister the hostage, then send 'em a reef
So stop frontin' vegetarian just scared of beef
Yo, ay suck my mother****ing d**k, the way this chick spit riddles
Here we go again', only we on kiss bullshit
We keep comin' and you keep runnin'
You keep claimin' you the best that done it
Let me see somethin', fake ass niggas screamin' 'Ryde or die'
Same niggas we run up on and make 'em cry
Outta all the camps in this game, nigga
We the champs in this game who kick the real shit before the fame
**** you fat ass, fake bad ass niggas
Still play the hood while you ride past niggas
Coward trust me we keep it gutter, hope you stay mad a hater'
Cause you can't touch us, huh
It's time
I see youAyo,
I ain't got a care in the world
Kidnappin' your kid, maimin' your mom, and airin' your girl
And like, you ain't got a friend in the world
I'm hopeless and numb,
I can't see but
I can focus my gun
And I'm down for smokin' blunts to the head
My nerves is shot, my paces is short,
I dump in your head
I'm the hardest nigga out you outta know it by now
I'm the nigga that they talk about goin' to
ChaoAnd my name ring bells, my blade stay bloody
If you heard about me beefin' dog
I leave the most shells
The nigga to salute, the quickest to shoot
Holiday Styles, mother****ers, givin' you pound
What? Like
I won't run up and break your jaw
Like they make a vest for your head to stop the four
I'm tired of rappin', let's get the
MackAnd send niggas on vacation
Right in front of the radio station
Mother****ers ain't quiet 'til the tech go off
Arteries hitted, hawkin', they neck is shit
I'm the mother****ing hardest
I smack the shit out of any one
Of your artists whatever the label
Y'all niggas don't want beef, y'all want meat at the table
And I don't give a ****,
Sheek'll do life in the box
Before any of y'all mother****ing niggas front on the lox
What? Mother****ers, c'mon
Yo, If I miss your head and your neck,
I'll hurt your chest
If you from the streets betrayal is worse than death
And I'm known for gettin' money, not known for wildin'
But I'm real
I could rock both phones in the island
This is how we even the bets
I kill everything you love dog, right now, even the pets
Everything got dubs on it, even the vets
Fifty close, then fifty wide, even the sets'
Cause the bullets is like calisthenics when
I'm ****in'
When they start hurtin', that means they workin'
Only way we comin' is hard
Industry is like jail niggas, double
R's runnin' the yard, uh