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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Cormega]Get Out My Way |
| home : | http://chriskwon.hihome.com |
[Verse 1] Even though mad niggas hate it ¹ÌÄ£ ³ðµéÀº ½È¾îÇÏÁö¸¸ I remain the most anticipated ³ °á±¹ ±â´ë¹Þ´Â À̵é those glad a nigga made it bast your Nickel-plateds ³»°¡ ¼º°øÇß´Ù´Â°Ô ±â»Ú´Ù¸é ÃÑÀ» ÁغñÇϰí and salute the realness, 'cause mad niggas fake it ÁøÂ¥¹è±âµé¿¡°Ô °æ·ÊÇϱæ, ¹ÌÄ£ ³ðµéÀº ¼ÓÀÓ¼ö¸¸ ¾²°Åµç when I peel hit the floor ³ ¹«´ë·Î ´Þ·Á°¡ I conceal bricks so raw ¸¶¾à ¹¶Ä¡µéÀ» ¼û±â°í I got the sickest Six-Four you ever seen ³» Â÷´Â ´Ï°¡ º» °Í Áß ÃÖ°íÀÇ 64³âµµ Impala I saw and conquered º¸¾Ò³ë¶ó À̰å³ë¶ó when it's on and poppin' my Dogs are barkin' ½Î¿òÀÌ ½ÃÀÛµÇ¸é ³» °³µéÀº ¸ÔÀ̸¦ ¿øÇؼ to eat food, my enemies feel heat like Purico ¢¾î´ë, ÀûµéÀº Puricoó·³ ¿±â¸¦ ´À³¢Áö some suggest they're equal ¸î¸îÀº ±×µéÀÌ ¶È°°´Ù°í ÇØ lyrically I'm like a Desert Eagle °¡»çÀûÀ¸·Î ³ Desert Eagle mentally I measure Kilos Á¤½ÅÀûÀ¸·Î ³ ¸î ų·Î ³ª°¡ physically I'm compared to Tito Trinidad, both hands are lethal À°Ã¼ÀûÀ¸·Î ³ Tito Trinidad¿Í ºñ½ÁÇØ, ¾ç¼ÕÀÌ Ä¡¸íÀûÀÌÁö the crowned Prince my underground shit ¿Õ¼¼ÀÚ, ³» ¾ð´õ±×¶ó¿îµå ³ë·¡ you don't fuck around wit' I move pies and fire loud shit ³Í Àå³Ä¡Áö¸¶, ³ ¸¶¾àÀ» ÆÈ°í ¿ä¶õÇÏ°Ô ÃÑÀ» ½î´Ï±î I'm in the tunnel with the crowd nigga fuck V.I.P ¸¹Àº À̵éÀÌ ¸ô¸° ÅͳÎ, VIP °°Àº°Ç µÆ¾î where Brooklyn go crazy when you bump B.I.G. BrooklynÀÌ ¹ÌÃİ¥¶§ ³Í BIG ³ë·¡¸¦ Ʋ¾î and Queens feel it when you pump that Mobb Deep Mobb Deep ³ë·¡´Â Queens¸¦ ÈïºÐ½ÃŰÁö that Jay-Z and Nas beef doesn't involve me Jay-Z¿Í NasÀÇ ½Î¿ò¿£ ³ª´Â »©Áà I'm sorry, legal hustle, Infamous affiliated ¹Ì¾È, ÇÕ¹ýÀûÀÎ ¸¶¾à°Å·¡, Infamous¿Í ÇÕº´ last rapper to test me I humiliated ³»°Ô ¸ð¿åÀ» ÁÖ´Â ³ðÀº ³¡À峪 and for your information the jewels ain't rented from Jacob ±×¸®°í ³»°¡ °¡Áø º¸¼®Àº Jacob¿¡¼ ÀÓ´ëÇÑ°Ô ¾Æ´Ï¾ß when I move I leave a dent in the pavement ³»°¡ ¿òÁ÷À̸é ÄÜÅ©¸®Æ®¿¡ ÀÚ±¹ÀÌ ³²Áö my name ring in jail and not for givin' no statement ³» À̸§Àº °¨¿Á¿¡¼ ¿ï·ÁÆÛÁö°í, Áø¼ú¼´Â Àý´ë ÀûÁö ¾ÊÁö that type of foulness consider it flagrant ±×·± ´õ·¯¿î ÁþÀº ÆÄ·ÅÄ¡ÇÏ´Ù°í »ý°¢ÇØ O.T., give me a brick and see I'm gifted as Masons O.T., ³»°Ô ¾à ¹¶Ä¡¸¦ Áà, ³ º®µ¹°ø°ú °°Áö *brick - ¿ø·¡ 'º®µ¹'À̶õ ¶æ. I'm the realness, you spittin' that fake shit ÁøÂ¥¹è±â, ³Ê´Â °ÅÁþ¸¸ ³»¹ñ´Âµ¥ life's a bitch, I'ma take her on an expensive vacation »îÀ̶õ °³³â, ±×³à¸¦ À§ÇØ ºñ½Ñ ÈÞ°¡¸¦ Áñ±â°Ú¾î if it's on I'm the Reaper with the glistenin' bracelet ½ÃÀ۵Ǹé, ³ª´Â ºû³ª´Â ÆÈÂ Âù Àú½Â»çÀÚ°¡ µÅ sleepers awakened screamin' like they seen Satan ÀÚ´Â À̵鵵 ¾Ç¸¶¸¦ º»µíÀÌ ¼Ò¸± Áö¸£¸ç ±ú¾î³ª word to Christ I need paper, keep the fake love Á¤¸», ³ µ·ÀÌ ÇÊ¿äÇØ, °¡Â¥ »ç¶ûÀº Áý¾îÃÄ a fake thug couldn't sell a rock on the block I was raised on huh?! °¡Â¥ thug´Â ³»°¡ ÀÚ¶õ °Å¸®¿¡¼ ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ÆÈ ¼ö ¾ø¾î, huh?! [Chorus] Get out my way, gimmie mine or I'ma take whats yours ³» ¾Õ¿¡¼ ºñÄÑ, ¹°°ÇÀ» ³»³õ°í, ½È´Ù¸é ³»°¡ Á÷Á¢ »°Áö make love war, spray up doors »ç¶û°ú ÀüÀïÀ» ¸¸µé¾î, ¹®À» ¿±âµµ Àü¿¡ Get out my way, you industry, we in the street ³» ¾Õ¿¡¼ ºñÄÑ, ³Ê´Â »ç¾÷°¡, ¿ì¸° °Å¸®¿¡¼ wit' the heat pickin' weight up raw ±ÇÃÑÀ» µé°í ¸¶¾àÀ» °Å·¡ÇØ Get out my way, stop screamin' what set you rep ³» ¾Õ¿¡¼ ºñÄÑ, ´Ï°¡ ¾îµð Ãâ½ÅÀÎÁö ¼Ò¸® ¾È Ãĵµ µÅ if you don't come around the way no more ¾îÂ÷ÇÇ À̸®·Î ¿ÀÁöµµ ¸øÇÒ °Å ¾Æ³Ä Get out my way, who want what, say no more ³» ¾Õ¿¡¼ ºñÄÑ, ´©°¡ ¹» ¿øÇÏ´ÂÁö, ±×¸¸ ¸»ÇØ Matter fact that chain off Dog. »ç½Ç, ¼è»ç½½À» ²÷À¸¶ó°í [Verse 2] I gave niggas enough time - to front Àß³ ôÇÒ ½Ã°£Àº ÃæºÐÈ÷ Áá¾î I'm a beast on the street like crushed white ³ª´Â °Å¸®¿¡¼ ¶Ù¾î´Ù´Ï´Â ¾ß¼ö you can't be me, close your eyes, you can't see me ³Í ³»°¡ µÉ ¼ö ¾øÁö, ´«À» °¨¾Æ, ³Í ³¯ ¸ø º¸Áö I'm the phantom in your concience ³ª´Â ³× ÀÇ½Ä ¼ÓÀÇ À¯·É the shadow in the darkness ¾îµÒ ¼ÓÀÇ ±×¸²ÀÚ savage when I write, I'm heartless °¡»ç ¾µ ¶§´Â ¹«ÀÚºñÇÑ ¾ß¸¸ÀÎÀÌ µÅ I'm iller than you, realer than you ³ ³Êº¸´Ù ¸ÚÁö°í, °Çϰí still with more Killers than you ų·¯µµ ÈξÀ ´õ ¸¹ÀÌ ¾ËÁö it's mandatory, I'm self explanatory ÀÌ°Ç Àǹ«¾ß, ¼³¸íÀÌ ÇÊ¿ä¾ø¾î don't front on me, you didn't have cash before me ³»°Ô Àß³ ôÇÏÁö¸¶, ¾Õ¿¡¼ µ·À» ²¨³»Áöµµ ¸¶ I'm the essence you don't gotta like it, respect it ³ª´Â º»Áú, ÁÁ¾ÆÇÏ´Â Á¤µµ°¡ ¾Æ´Ï¶ó Á¸°æÇÏ°Ô µÇÁö like the ice on my necklace ¸¶Ä¡ ³» ¸ñ°ÉÀÌÀÇ º¸¼®Ã³·³ and the fact I'm supplyin' connections ±×¸®°í ¿©·¯ ¿¬°á°í¸®¸¦ °¡Áö°í ÀÖ´Ù´Â »ç½Çµµ if you rhyme ill I'm the sickness that caused it, ´Ï ¶óÀÓÀÌ ¸ÚÁö´Ù¸é ³ ±× ¿øÀÎÁ¦°øÀÚ you thought you'd assume my position ³» À§Ä¡¸¦ ¾Ë°í ÀÖ´Ù°í »ý°¢Çß°ÚÁö I be hustlin', bubblin', gettin' money ³ª´Â ¿½ÉÈ÷ µ¹¾Æ´Ù´Ï¸é¼, ¼úÀ» ¸¶½Ã°í, µ·À» ¹ú¾î causin' blind rage with the Twenties Twenties¿Í ÇÔ²² ¸Í¸ñÀûÀÎ Áõ¿À¸¦ ÀÏÀ¸ÄÑ y'all niggas is funny like Martin Lawrence ³Ê³×µéÀº Martin Lawrenceó·³ ¿ô±âÁö we out before the Narcs get on us ¸¶¾à¼ö»ç±¹ÀÌ ¿À±â Àü¿¡ µµ¸ÁÄ¡´Â ¿ì¸® my life wasn't written, yours was, you livin' a lie ³» »îÀº ¿î¸í¿¡ ÀûÇôÀÖÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ±×°Ç ´Ï²¨Áö, ±×°Íµµ °ÅÁþ¸»ÀÌÁö¸¸ I'm dealin' wit' pies, all feelings aside ³ª´Â µ·°ú, ¼ÓÀÇ °¨Á¤µéÀ» ´Ù·çÁö my enemies kneel when I rise ³»°¡ ÀϾé ÀûµéÀº ¹«¸À» ²Ý°í the realness in my eyes ´« ¼ÓÀÇ Áø½ÇÇÔÀ» ¹Ù¶óºÁ from blood, sweat, and tears I cried ÇÇ, ¶¡°ú È기 ´«¹°¿¡¼ ºñ·ÔµÈ °Íµé I got friends who died before they got to see me shine ³»°¡ ºû³ª±â Àü¿¡ Á×Àº Ä£±¸µé how dare you compare your weak CD to mine ¾î¶»°Ô ±× ¾àÇÑ CD¸¦ ³» °Í°ú ºñ±³ÇØ or think you could see me with rhymes ±×·± ¶óÀÓÀ» µé°í ³¯ ¸¸³¯ »ý°¢À» ÇÏ´Ù´Ï? easily I'm, nicer than you and all your peoples combined. °£´ÜÇØ, ³ ³Ê¿Í ´Ï ÆÀ ÇÕÄ£ °Íº¸´Ù ÈξÀ ¸ÚÁ® Chorus |
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