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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Fat Joe]Misery Needs Company |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
intro: [police sirens] [Noreaga and Fat Joe talking] [Fat Joe] Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my facilty Yo, yo, Çϳª¿£ µ·, µÑ¿£ ³» Àç´É three's for all the M-3's ¼ÂÀº Tapenze¸¦ Racin across the Tapenze °¡·ÎÁú·¯ ´Þ¸®´Â ¸ðµç M-3 ?Matchin C's? followed by the white Lincoln ¾î¿ï¸®´Â C(?)°¡ ÇϾá LincolnÀ» µû¶ó°¡ drivin like I ain't thinkin ¾Æ¹« »ý°¢ÀÌ ¾ø´ÂµíÀÌ Â÷¸¦ ¸ô¾Æ Wit my hats and lights blinkin, let the lah sink in ¸ðÀÚ¸¦ ¾²°í ºÒÀº ±ôºý°Å¸®°í, ¸¶¸®È³ª ¿¬±â¿¡ ÃëÇØ On the way to home BASE, Áý BASE¿¡ °¡°í ÀÖ¾î first clown in my face is gettin thrown out the place ¸¸¾à ´©°¡ ³» ¾Õ±æÀ» °¡·Î¸·À¸¸é ±×´ë·Î ´øÁ®Áú°É We rush shit, untouchable Don shit, that's nothin new ¿ì¸° ¼µÑ·¯ ÀÏÀ» ó¸®ÇØ, °Çµå¸± ¼ö ¾ø´Â Don, »õ·Î¿ï °Í ¾øÁö Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you µ¹·Î µÈ ÆÈ·Î ³Î ¹Ð¾îºÙ¿©, ÀÌÁ¤µµ¸é ÃæºÐÇÏÁö That had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go ÀÌ¹Ì Joe¶ó¸é Áú·ÈÀ» ³ðµé, ¸î¸îÀº ¿©±æ ¶°³ª±âµµ ÇßÁö Gangsta walk and nines, at times I be the last to know °»½ºÅÍ °ÉÀ½°ÉÀÌ¿Í ±ÇÃÑ, ¶§¶§·Ð ³ªµµ ¸ð¸£°Ô ÀÏÀÌ ¹ú¾îÁ® We laugh and joke, while we bag in the coke ¿ì¸° ÄÚÄ«ÀÎÀ» ì±â¸é¼ ¿ôÀ¸¸ç ³ó´ãÇØ My A done make the worst things out the cast of Different Strokes ³» A´Â È®½ÇÈ÷ Different Strokes Ã⿬Áø¿¡°Ô ºÒ¿îÀ» ¾È°ÜÁáÁö *Different Strokes - 7~80³â´ë ¹Ì±¹ÀÇ ¿¬¼Ó ½Ã¸®Áî Áß Çϳª·Î, Á¾¿µ ÈÄ Ã⿬Áø Áß Dana Plato°¡ ¸¶¾à°ú´Ùº¹¿ëÀ¸·Î ¼ûÁö´Â »ç°ÇÀÌ ÀÖ¾ú½À´Ï´Ù. I'm addicted to street life, although it doesn't seem right ³ °Å¸®ÀÇ »î¿¡ Áßµ¶µÇ¾ú¾î, ¿ÇÀº ÀÏ·Î º¸ÀÌÁø ¾ÊÁö¸¸ ¸»¾ß Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right? ¸¹Àº À̵éÀÌ ºñ³ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¸Ô°í »ì±ä ÇØ¾ßÇÏÀݾÆ? And who's to say that I'm to blame(blame) ³»°¡ À߸øÇÑ »ç¶÷À̶ó°í ´©°¡ ±×·¡ (±×·¡) we only pawns in this game(game) ¿ì¸° ÀÌ °ÔÀÓÀÇ Á¹°³ÀÏ»Ó (ÀÏ»Ó) Decision: grow cocaine ¼±Åà : ÄÚÄ«ÀÎÀ» Àç¹èÇ϶ó I don't want no cure for this, you switch, I pour the Cris Ä¡·áÁ¦ °°Àº °Ç ÇÊ¿ä ¾ø¾î, ³Ê¶û ÀÚ¸®¸¦ ¹Ù²ã, ³ CristalÀ» µû·¯ And just, stay rich, and reminisce, while I count my chips ±×¸®°í, ±×³É ºÎÀÚ°¡ µÈ ä, µ·À» ¼¼¸é¼, °ú°Å¸¦ ȸ»óÇÏÁö Chorus [Noreaga] Yo you scared to death, misery need company Yo ³Í µÎ·Á¿ò¿¡ Á×À» Áö°æÀ̱º, ºÒÇàÇÑ ÀÚ¿¡°Õ Ä£±¸°¡ ÇÊ¿äÇÏÁö Crab slackers, niggas actin like they mad rappers ³ÊÀúºÐÇÑ ³ð, ¸ðµÎ ¸ÚÁø ·¡ÆÛÀξç Çàµ¿ÇØ Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal ȸ»ç¿Í °è¾àÀ» ¸Î¾îµµ, ¿ì¸® ÃÑÀº °è¼Ó ¿ï·Á Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain ´Ï ³ú¸¦ »ì¦ ¶¼¾î³», ¾ó·èÀº ´Û¾Æ³»Áö Throw the Range off, police-iano Range·Î °æÂûÀ» µéÀÌ¹Þ³× Watch for hondo, they lookin at our poster now, playin us closer now ÀúµéÀ» Á¶½ÉÇØ, ¿ì¸® Æ÷½ºÅ͸¦ º¸°í ÀÖ³×, Á¡Á¡ °¡±îÀÌ ¿Í The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us µ·Àº ¿ì¸± µû¶ó¿À°í, ±×·¡, ¿©ÀÚµéÀº ¿ì¸± »ï۰í And you wonder why you can't find us ³Í ¿Ö ¿ì¸®°¡ ¾È º¸À̳ª ±Ã±ÝÇØÇϰÚÁö [Fat Joe] I ?ton and tender? wit millionaires, gave a million stares ³ ¹é¸¸ÀåÀÚµé°ú ¾î¿ï¸®°í, ¹é¸¸Àο¡°Ô ´«±æÀ» º¸³» Made a million scared, my beats don' knocked ¹é¸¸¸íÀ» °ÌÁÖ¾úÁö, ³» ºñÆ®°¡ ÄôÄç ¿ï·Á´íÁö´Â For what seemed like a million years, yea ¾Æ¸¶ ÇÑ 100¸¸ ³âÀº µÇ¾úÀ»°Å¾ß, yea This illegal life I can't avoid, I take the feds everywhere I go ÇÇÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø´Â ºÒ¹ýÀûÀÎ »î, ¾îµô °¡µç °æÂûÀÌ µû¶óºÙÁö That's why I'm paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the fact ±×·¡¼ ³ ½Å°æÀÌ ³¯Ä«·Î¿ö, ÇÏÁö¸¸ »ç½ÇÀ» ¹«½ÃÇϱâ·Î ÇßÁö I got the flawless Acs wit gats to get that enormous stack ÈìÁý ¾ø´Â Acs¿Í ÃÑÀÌ ÀÖ¾î ¾öû³ µ·À» ¹ú¾îµéÀÎ °Å¾ß Joey Crack, the mack without the hat Joey Crack, ¸ðÀÚ ¾ø´Â »ç³ªÀÌ And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my Cadillac ¿©ÀÚµéÀº ³ª¿Í ÇÔ²² ½Ä»ç¸¦ Çϰųª ³» Cadillac µÚ¿¡ ¾É¾Æ I bet you hate it cuz we paid and floss, nigga we laid and lost ºÐ¸í ½È°ÚÁö, ¿ì¸®°¡ µ·À» Àß ¹ú°í È·ÁÇØ¼, ¹ú½á ó¸®ÇÑ ¸¹Àº ³ðµé T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take a loss T.S.´Â ÃÖ¾ÇÀÇ Å©·ç·Î °Åµì³ªÁö Break your balls like Bahondo, call me Don Joe Bahondoó·³ ´Ï ¾ËÀ» °È¾îÂ÷, Don Joe¶ó°í ºÎ¸£±æ Coke slash sweaty rock, niggas drop a dime dough ÄÚÄ«ÀÎ, ³»°Ô µ¿ÀüÀ» ´øÁ®Áà Booked the nine o'clock, flight to Alando 9½Ã¿¡ ¿¹¾àÀÌ µÇ¾îÀÖ¾î, Alando·Î ºñÇà±â¸¦ Ÿ°í °¡ So-called killers turned snitches like Rivono ¼ÒÀ§ ų·¯¶õ ³ðµéÀº Rivonoó·³ Á»µµµÏÀÌ µÇ¾ú³× That nigga Gauno up in M-C, is bein friendly M-C¿¡ ÀÖ´Â Gauno´Â, ¹º°¡ Ä£±ÙÇÑ Ã´ ÇØ Everytime I see his wife and kids the shit tempts me ±×ÀÇ ¾Æ³»¿Í ÀÚ½ÄÀ» º¼¶§¸¶´Ù À¯È¤¿¡ ½Ã´Þ·Á My heart is empty, never feelin remorse ³» ¸¶À½Àº ÅÖºñ¾ú¾î, ÈÄȸ¸¦ ´À³¢Áö ¾ÊÁö I got a sniper one killed in the cross ready to kill your boss ÀÌ¹Ì ´Ï º¸½º¸¦ Á×ÀÏ Áغñ°¡ µÈ Àú°Ý¼öµµ ÀÖ´Ù°í Chorus [Noreaga] Yo, yo Jose Luis, smoke lah like the reverand Yo, yo Jose Luis, ¸ñ»çó·³ ¸¶¸®È³ª¸¦ ÆìºÁ Look in the skies, clouds look like coke 'n heaven ÇÏ´ÃÀ» ºÁ, ÄÚÄ«ÀÎ ¿¬±â °°Àº ±¸¸§ Like whoever sittin on pies two, gettin high too ÆÄÀÌ À§¿¡ ¾É¾ÆÀÖ´Â°Ô ´©±¸µç, ±âºÐÀÌ ºØ ¶° mad fly too, a thug too ¾ÆÁÖ ¸ÚÁø thugÀ̱⵵ ÇϰÚÁö Yo we praise those, however you make your pesos Yo ¿ì¸° ¾î¶»°Ôµç µ·À» ¹ö´Â ÀÚµéÀ» μÛÇØ Keep the shit tight just like, Jose Canseco's Jose Cansecoó·³ °è¼Ó Àß ÇØº¸±æ Batting stance, a majorly we glance, ÀüÅõ ÀÚ¼¼, ¾ÕÀ» ³ë·Áº¸°í and gotta yell "What, What!" ¿ÜÄ¡Áö "What, What!" Cuz thug niggas don't dance yo thugµéÀº ÃãÀ» ÃßÁö ¾Ê°Åµç I told niggas, that you did it for show, ³ ¸»ÇßÁö, ³Ê³Ù ¼î¸¦ ÇѰŰÚÁö¸¸ but niggas thought you was ill yo ¸ðµÎ ´Ï°¡ ¾ÆÇ ÁÙ ¾Ë¾ÒÀ» °Å¶ó°í Even your hoe, yo for real youngblood I'm really afraid so ´Ï ¿©ÀÚµµ ¸¶Âù°¡ÁöÀϰžß, Áø½ÉÀ¸·Î ±×·¸°Ô »ý°¢ÇØ Your colors got revealed and now you buy dough ´Ï ÁøÂ¥ »ö±òÀÌ µå·¯³ª°í ÀÌÁ¦ ³Í µ·À» »çÁö Impost-o's, locos, morenos, go-golos, boriquas, platin-o's °¡Â¥, ¹ÌÄ¡±¤ÀÌ, ÈæÀÎ, go-golos, Ǫ¿¡¸£Å丮Ä, platin-o's *µÚ¿¡´Â ¹ºÁö ¸ð¸£°Ú½À´Ï´Ù;; My niggas rollin those, fontos and hydros ³» Ä£±¸µéÀº ¸¶¸®È³ª¸¦ ¸»¾Æ You know how that goes, DE's light it up though ¾î¶»°Ô µ¹¾Æ°¡´ÂÁö ¾ËÀݾÆ, DE°¡ ºÒÀ» ºñÃç We stay smokin it, tone-locin it, ¿ì¸° °è¼Ó ¿¬±â¸¦ ³»°í, ¸ñ¼Ò¸®¸¦ ³» me and Fat Joe still provoking it ³ª¿Í Fat Joe´Â ¿©ÀüÈ÷ µµ¹ßÀ» ÇÏÁö Chorus (ha ha, mad rappers, stain off, range off, watch out (ÇÏÇÏ, ¹ÌÄ£ ·¡ÆÛµé, ¾ó·èÀ» Áö¿ì°í, ¸Ö¸® ºÁ(?), Á¶½ÉÇØ polic-iano's, pabolos amigos...Fat Joe, Fat Joe, Fat Joe, yea yea) °æÂûµé, Ä£±¸µé... 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