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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Mobb Deep]G.O.D. Pt. III |
| home : | http://chriskwon.hihome.com |
Some of that 151 Son (yeah some of that bogus) 151 ¾à°£¸¸ Áà (±×·¡ ±×°Å ¾à°£¸¸) *151 - ¹ÙÄ«µð Áß °¡Àå ¾ËÄÚ¿Ã Áö¼ö°¡ ³ôÀº ¼ú.. ("What you got in the trunk?") ("Æ®··Å© ¾È¿¡ ¹¹ ÀÖ¾î?") Aight, aiyyo Son, yo yo ÁÁ¾Æ, aiyyo Ä£±¸, yo yo You think that motherfuckin nigga's out there right now Son? ´Ï »ý°¢¿£ ±× °³ÀÚ½ÄÀÌ Àú ¹Û¿¡ Àִٴ°ÅÁö? (Word, what he doin out here?) (±×·¡, ¹Û¿¡¼ ¹» Çϰí Àִ°ɱî?) Son we got drama with that nigga Àú ³ðÇÏ°ï ¸¹Àº ÀÏÀÌ ¾ôÇôÀÖÁö Be tryin to fuckin front last week Áö³ ÁÖ¸¸ ÇØµµ ±¦È÷ »Ë³»´õ±º (What, that kid out there? Yo, I seen that nigga earlier knahmsayin?) (¹¹¾ß, ±×³à¼®À̶ó°í? Yo, ³ª ¿¹Àü¿¡ ±× ³à¼® ºÃ¾î ¹«½¼ ¸»ÀÎÁö ¾ËÁö?) Nah fuck that, go, go open the window real quick Son ¾Æ³Ä µÆ¾î, »¡¸®, â¹®À̳ª »¡¸® ¿¾îÁ¦²¸ Open that fuckin window â¹®À» ¿¶ó°í (You gonna take him from the window nigga?) (±× ³ðÀ» â¹®À» ÅëÇØ¼ ¾²·¯¶ß¸®·Á°í?) Yo hold up Yo Àá±ñ¸¸ That, there go, that's that nigga right there Son? Àú°Å, ±×·¡ Àú±â, Àú³à¼® ¸ÂÁö? Right next to the basketball court? ³ó±¸ ÄÚÆ® ¹Ù·Î ¿·¿¡ ÀÖ´Â ³ð? (Yeah yeah, that's the one) (±×·¡ ±×·¡, ±× ³ðÀ̾ß) Oh shit! C'mere c'mere c'mere c'mere, turn the lights out ¿À Á¨Àå! À̸® ¿Í¶ó À̸® ¿Í¶ó À̸® ¿Í¶ó, ºÒ ²¨ (I got somethin too Son, that's how we do) (³ªÇÑÅ×µµ ÃÑ ÀÖ¾î, ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ½ºÅ¸ÀÏÀÌÁö) Turn the lights out, c'mon through ºÒ ²ô°í, À̸® ¿ÍºÁ *sounds of clips and an automatic being cocked* (Back up, back up, they lookin) (¹°·¯¼, ¹°·¯¼, ÃÄ´Ùº¸°í ÀÖÀݾÆ) Aiyyo Son, I'ma hit that nigga right now Son Aiyyo Ä£±¸, Áö±Ý ´çÀå ó¸®Çϰھî Word to mom I'ma hit him out the window Son ¾ö¸¶ÀÇ À̸§À» °É°í¼, ÀÌ Ã¢¹®¿¡¼ ó¸®Çϰڴٰí *Twilight Zone in the background* (Yo you BUGGIN Son) (Yo ³Ê ¼º°¡½ÃÀݾÆ) Heh nhah chill 'Zo, fuck that Heh nhah ÁøÁ¤ÇØ, Zo, Áý¾îÃÄ I'ma hit that nigga right out the motherfuckin window Àú³à¼®À» â¹®¿¡¼ ³¡³»¹ö¸®°Ú¾î (Ga head Son, go head man) (»¡¸®ÇØ ÀÓ¸¶, »¡¸®ÇØ) Hold up (You want somebody go bust him) Àá±ñ¸¸ (´Ù¸¥ »ç¶÷ÀÌ ´ë½ÅÇØÁÖ±æ ¹Ù¶ó´Â°Å¾ß?) Nah fuck that I'ma hit this nigga out the window Son ¾Æ³Ä ÀÓ¸¶ â¹®¿¡¼ ³¡³»¹ö¸®°Ú´Ù´Ï±î (Ga head man) (±×·³ »¡¸®ÇØ) Shit shit shit don't blow it up, duck down Á¨Àå Á¨Àå Á¨Àå, ¸ÁÄ¡Áö ¸»°í, ¾þµå·Á (Yo let me do it man, let me do it, go head) (³»°¡ ÇÒ°Ô ÀÓ¸¶, ³»°¡ ÇÒ°Ô, »¡¸® ÇØ) *two shots, eighteen shots, seven shots* Yeah yeah yeah, yeah nigga, yeah! Yeah! (gimme gimme gimme gimme) Yeah yeah yeah, yeah Ä£±¸, yeah! Yeah! (³ªÇÑÅ× Áà, Áà, Áà, Áà) *two shots* Fucker! (What?) ºô¾î¸ÔÀ»! (¿Ö?) [Chorus: repeat 2X] (Yo it's the) G.O.D., Father Pt. III (Yo À̰ÍÀº) ´ë-ºÎ ¼¼¹øÂ° ÆÄÆ® QBC, sip lime Bacardi QBC, Bacardi¸¦ ¸¶½ÃÁö Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring ÆÈ¸ñ¿£ ¹«°Å¿î º¸¼®, ¸±×¶û ¿ï¸®Áö Drama we bring, yeah/yo that's a small thing ÀÏÀ¸Å°´Â »ç°Çµé, yeah/yo ²Ï³ª ÀÛÀº ÀϵéÀÌÁö [Verse One: Prodigy] Awright now, pay attention to the crime rhyme Houdini P ÁÁ¾Ò¾î, ¹üÁËÀÇ ¶óÀÓ Houdini(¸¶¼ú»ç) P¸¦ ÁÖ¸ñÇØ Keepin you niggaz in perspective Á¦´ë·Î µÈ °üÁ¡À» °¡Áö°Ô ÇØÁÙ°Ô Mobb, representative, call me the specialist Mobb, ±× ´ëÇ¥, Àü¹®°¡¶ó°í ºÒ·¯Áà Professional, professor at this rap science ÇÁ·ÎÆä¼Å³Î, ·¦ °úÇÐÀÇ ±³¼ö¶óÁö Up in the labratory, here's why your small rhyme bore me ½ºÆ©µð¿À¿¡¼ ÀÏÇØ, ³× ¾î¸®¼÷ÇÑ ¶óÀÓÀÌ ³¯ Áö·çÇÏ°Ô ÇÏ´Â ÀÌÀ¯´Â ±×°Å¾ß Store bought rap ain't shit, my category °¡°Ô¿¡¼ »ê ·¦Àº º°°Å ¾Æ³Ä, ³» Ä«Å×°í¸®´Â is that of an insane who strike back (what?) °ð¹Ù·Î º¹¼öÇÒ ¹ÌÄ¡±¤ÀÌÀÇ ±×°Í°ú °°¾Æ (¹¹?) I draw first blood, it's over with, and that's that ù¹øÂ° ÇǸ¦ È긮°Ô ÇØ, ³¡³µ¾î, ¹Ù·Î ÀÌ »óÅ¿¡¼ You wanna square off, forsake and slice that cat µæÁ¡À» °°°Ô Çϰí, ±×³à¼®À» ¹ö¸®°í Àß¶ó¹ö¸®°í ½Í³ª You get splashed, from back of your head, to ass crack ±×·³ ¹°¿¡ ºüÁ®, ´Ï ¸Ó¸® µÚºÎÅÍ, ¾ûµ¢À̱îÁö Surgical signs to the end, with iron map ½ÉÀå ½ÅÈ£°¡ ³¡³ªÁö, °Ã¶ Áöµµ´Â Which bring, apocalypse to this game called rap ÀÌ ·¦À̶ó ºÒ¸®´Â °ÔÀÓ¿¡ ¹¬½Ã·ÏÀ» ´øÁ® Not a game but quite serious and yo in fact °ÔÀÓÀÌ ¾Æ³Ä, ²Ï ½É°¢ÇÑ ÀÏÀ̰í, »ç½Ç You'll be runnin for dear life so far you might fall off the map ³Í Æò»ýµ¿¾È ´Þ¸®°Ô µÅ, À߸øÇÏ´Ù°¡ Áöµµ ¹ÛÀ¸·Î Æ¢¾î³ª°¥Áöµµ ¸ô¶ó Fuckin with P, you need a gat P¿Í ³ë´Â°Ç, ±ÇÃÑÀ» ÇÊ¿ä·Î ÇØ At least to have the opportunity to bust back ´Ù½Ã ¹Ý°ÝÇÒ ±âȸ¸¦ °¡Áö±â À§ÇÑ ÃÖ¼Ò¿ä°ÇÀÌÁö First shot the motherfucker pack around world premier ¸ÕÀú °³ÀÚ½ÄÀ» ½î°í, ¿ùµå ÇÁ¸®¹Ì¾îÀÇ À̸§À» ¾ò¾î Shook individual bound from blind fear ³Í µÎ·Á¿ò¿¡ ´«ÀÌ ¸Õ ¶³°í¸¸ ÀÖ´Â ³à¼® Scared to death niggaz fall to they worst fear ±×µéÀº »ì¾Æ°¡¸é¼ °¡Àå ÃÖ¾ÇÀÇ °øÆ÷¸¦ ¸Àº¸°ÔµÅ Horror tales in braille, for vision impaired Á¡ÀÚ·Î ¾º¿©Áø È£·¯À̾߱â, ¸ÍÀÎÀ» À§ÇÑ °ÅÁö You lookin for P, well you can find him everywhere P¸¦ ã°í ÀÖ´Ù°í, ¾îµð¿¡¼³ª º¼ ¼ö ÀÖ¾î In a project near you, I'll be right there ³×°¡ »ç´Â ±Ùó °Å¸®¿¡, Àß º¸ÀÌ´Â °÷¿¡ ÀÖÀ»°Ô I was brought up and taught to have no fear (now) ³ ¹«¼¿öÇÏÁö ¾Ê´Â °¡¸£Ä§À» ¹ÞÀ¸¸ç ÀÚ¶ó³µ¾î (ÀÚ) Live wire niggaz stay behind me in the rear (now) ¶óÀ̺êÇÑ ³à¼®µéÀº ¹Ù·Î ³» µÚ¿¡ ºÙ¾î (ÀÚ) Cowardly hearts, step aside, stand clear (fear) °ÌÀïÀ̵éÀº, ¿·À¸·Î ºñÄÑ, ±æÀ» ÅͶó (µÎ·Á¿ò) My bloodthirsty niggaz got they eyes on you ÇÇ¿¡ ¸ñ¸¶¸¥ Ä£±¸µéÀÌ ³Î ÁöÄѺ¸°í ÀÖ´Ù QBC, lime Bacardia, G.O.D. Father Pt. III QBC, ¶óÀÓ Bacardia, ´ë-ºÎ ÆÄÆ® 3 On some hashish, to Embassy Suite, crash your party ¸¶¸®È³ª¸¦ ÇǸç, Embassy Suite·Î, ÆÄƼ¿¡ Ãĵé¾î°¡ [Chorus] [Verse Two: Havoc] Yeah yo, lime Bacardi, gettin bent, crash the party Yeah yo, ¶óÀÓ Bacardi, ±âºÐÀÌ ¶ß°í, ÆÄƼ¿¡ Ãĵé¾î°¡ Handle B-I, bringin it to anybody B-I¸¦ ó¸®Çϰí, ¾Æ¹«¿¡°Ô³ª °¡Á®°¡ Physical damage, crowd control handle cannons À°Ã¼Àû ´ë¹ÌÁö, °ü°´µéÀÌ Á¶Á¾ÇÏ´Â ´ëÆ÷ Hittin you ripped, leave your bloodstream contamin-ed ¸ÂÀ¸¸é »çÁö°¡ Âõ¾îÁö°í, ÇÍÁÙÀº ¿À¿°µÅ While you actin out of character, we observin ³Í ¸Ú´ë·Î ÇൿÇÏÁö¸¸, ¿ì¸° ÁöÄѺ¸°í ÀÖ¾î Drillin em down so hard, I know we felt you comin at em µå¸±·Î ¼¼°Ô ³»¸® Âï¾î, ³Êµµ ÂѰí ÀÖ¾ú°ÚÁö Hennessee raps float like the Phantom Hennessee ·¦Àº À¯·Éó·³ Èê·¯µé¾î Runnin you up out of the spot in which you standin ´Ï°¡ ¼ÀÖ´Â ¹Ù·Î ±×°÷À¸·Î ´Þ·Á°¡ Never second-guess a cat who hold gat µÎ ¹ø »ý°¢ÇÏÁö¸¶, ƯÈ÷ »ó´ë°¡ ÃÑÀ» °¡Áö°í ÀÖ´Ù¸é Concealed, but easily revealed and fast ¼û°ÜÁø, ±×·¯³ª ºü¸£°Ô µå·¯³ª´Â °Í Body castin raps to get your back snapped in half ¸öÀ» ¹ö¸®´Â ·¦Àº ³ÊÀÇ µîÀ» ¹ÝÀ¸·Î Á¢°í and severed, impossible pain beyond measure º£¾î¹ö·Á, ÃøÁ¤ÀÇ ¹üÀ§¸¦ ³Ñ¾î¼± °íÅë Sheisty living brought him to his last bread (bread) ¸ÓÀú¸®µéÀº ±×¸¦ ¸¶Áö¸· »§À» ¿òÄÑÀâ°Ô ÇßÁö (ÇßÁö) Life changed around quick to one stead (stead) ³× ÁÖÀ§ÀÇ »îÀº ºü¸£°Ô º¯ÈÇß¾î (Çß¾î) Face full of fear, conquerin your ice grill (grill) °øÆ÷·Î °¡µæÂù ¾ó±¼, ³× º¸¼®À» Á¤º¹ÇØ (Á¤º¹ÇØ) Tragedies, put him to sleep like NyQuil (NyQuil) ºñ±Ø, NyQuiló·³ ±×¸¦ Àáµé°Ô ¸¸µé¾î (¸¸µé¾î) Givin a overdose of this rap potent ·¦ ÀáÀç·Â °ú´Ùº¹¿ëÀÌ µÅ Potentially dangerous, fatally left open ÀáÀçÀûÀ¸·Î À§ÇèÇϸç, Ä¡¸íÀûÀ¸·Î ³ëÃâµÇ¾î for the roaches, scavengers, that's EMS ¹ÙÄû¹ú·¹, µ¶¼ö¸®µéÀ» ¾ø¾ÖÁö, ¹Ù·Î EMS Funeral homes, anticipatin your death Àå·Ê½ÄÀå, ³× Á×À½À» ±â´ëÇϰí ÀÖ¾î That's the dead truth, check in the morgue, you'll find proof È®½ÇÇÑ »ç½Ç, ½Ãü°ø½ÃÀåÀ» µÑ·¯ºÁ, Áõ°Å°¡ ³ª¿ÀÁö Enough to make you think and stop before your ship sink ³× ¹è°¡ °¡¶ó¾É±â Àü¿¡ ¸ØÃç¼¼ »ý°¢ÇϰԵµ ¸¸µé¾î to the bottom, night owl leave the mark and spot him ºÎ¾ûÀÌ´Â ¸¶Å©¸¦ ³²±â°í ±×¸¦ ã¾Æ³» You know the routine, face up before I shot him ¾î¶»°Ô µÇ´ÂÁö ¾ËÁö, ÃÑÀ» ½î±â Àü¿¡ ¾ó±¼À» ³»¹Ð¾î [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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