[00:00.000] 作词 : Dennis Coles/Shawn Wigs/Dennis Ames
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Danny Caiazzo
[00:00.01]Let's go, baby, let's go
[00:01.26]Verse 1/Ghostface Killah: Yo, Big paper, skyscrapers
[00:04.01]The black Jerry Buss, I can buy the Lakers
[00:06.71]Fly everything
[00:07.92]Stand on the Bentley and toast to stones in every ring
[00:10.98]Forty helicopters with choppers, back to Medellín
[00:13.99]Undercover task force reveals
[00:15.96]They get chills when on the heels of a killa
[00:18.06]Way iller with his mask off
[00:19.97]Three stooge of these n1ggas
[00:21.25]Leave 'em in the dust on the crash course
[00:23.27]I don't even ask for the pxssy, wizzes pass off
[00:26.33]Cinco de Mayo, I'm into the bayou, one hell of a bio
[00:29.64]I live that life you can stuff in the vial
[00:31.99]Black 590 Mossberg'll knock off your smile
[00:34.92]Tony wrist game water like it was dipped in the Nile
[00:38.08]Forty-inch cable is fatal (Uh-huh), I need a neck brace
[00:41.47]The gold I wore'll weigh more than your table
[00:44.16]Jameson bags of scotch, the red dot on the label
[00:47.05]If Chi-Town is Chiraq, Staten Island is Beirut
[00:49.85]Chorus: Shawn Wigs & Sun God
[00:50.42]All we want is the dead presidents, take measurements
[00:53.87]You follow the old, we makin' new testaments
[00:56.72]Supreme specimens, Wu-Tang regiments
[00:59.70]Watch your mouth when you speakin' to excellence
[01:01.77]Verse 2/Sun God: Yo
[01:02.54]I probably left a couple scenes
[01:03.91]but that's only through back exits
[01:05.66]Mommy cryin', homie died, couldn't make it past eleven
[01:08.66]Twenty-one, twenty gun salute, bring him back in seconds
[01:11.80]Off that juice, hang 'em off the roof how n1ggas send a message
[01:14.86]We be wildin', keep the toolie on us case you wanna check us
[01:17.81]Off the line and get your homie clapped just for sending texts
[01:20.85]Every spot Mr. JJ Watt, known to get them Texans
[01:23.93]Quiet down, everybody now, God gon' send a message
[01:27.04]In my country for what you worth, but you ain't life threatenin'
[01:30.06]You ain't running, just drag your feet
[01:31.75]'cause you ain't light stepping
[01:33.06]Send 'em all to come dim your lights
[01:34.95]you gon' need a light expection
[01:36.01]Just give 'em a couple shots
[01:37.58]we gon' give 'em light injections
[01:39.22]I'm cleaning these n1ggas messes
[01:40.84]but soon as I switched my groove
[01:42.77]Got out and moved, these n1ggas became the death wish
[01:45.53]N1ggas became reckless, young, black and flexin'
[01:48.57]N1gga (Young, black and flexin')
[01:50.75]Chorus: Shawn Wigs
[01:51.45]All we want is the dead presidents, take measurements
[01:55.11]You follow the old, we makin' new testaments
[01:57.86]Supreme specimens, Wu-Tang regiments
[02:00.98]Watch your mouth when you speakin' to excellence