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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Kool G. Rap]For Da Brothaz |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
[VERSE 1] I knew a youngster, met him at 14, a very short scene ÀÌÀü¿¡ ¾ÆÁÖ Àá±ñ ¾Ë°í Áö³»´ø 14»ìÂ¥¸® ²¿¸¶°¡ ÀÖ¾úÁö Fiendin to make his dreams come true, but see, money was caught mean Àڱ⠲ÞÀ» Çö½ÇÈÇϱâ À§ÇØ ³ë·ÂÇßÁö¸¸, º¸´Ù½ÃÇÇ, µ·Àº ¹ú±â Èûµé¾ú¾î Started runnin wild and livin life type of foul, that was my shorty's style °ð °Åħ¾øÀÌ µ¹¾Æ´Ù´Ï¸é¼ ´õ·¯¿î »îÀ» »ì¾Æ, ±×°Ô ±× ²¿¸¶ÀÇ ½ºÅ¸ÀÏÀ̾úÁö But deep down in heart he was still only a child ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¸¶À½ ±í¼÷È÷¿¡¼´Â ±×´Â ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ¾î¸°¾Ö He was typin nice at ball, if he had height, y'all ۸¸ ÄǾ ³ó±¸¸¦ Àß ÇßÀ»ÅÙµ¥ Mighta been 'NBA Today', instead I watched his life fall '¿À´ÃÀÇ NBA ¼±¼ö'°¡ µÉ ¼öµµ ÀÖ¾úÁö¸¸, ±×ÀÇ »îÀº ¹Ý´ë·Î Ãß¶ôÇßÁö Blowin up the spots and poppin them tec glocks ÇöÀå¿¡ ³ªÅ¸³ª ÃÑÀ» ½î¾Æ´ë°í Collectin street props, splittin tops, didn't stop, so many men dropped °Å¸®¿¡¼ À̸§À» ¾Ë¸®°í, »ç¶÷À» Á׿©, ¸ØÃßÁö ¾Ê¾Ò³×, ¸¹Àº ½Ãü°¡ »ý°å³× Started committin murder after murder ¿¬¼â»ìÀÎÀ» ÀÏÀ¸Å°±â ½ÃÀÛÇØ Blasted the last nigga that tried to riff so fast he flipped him like a burger ¸¶¸®È³ª¸¦ ÇÇ´ø ³ðÀ» Á×ÀÏ ¶§´Â ¾ÆÁÖ »¡¶ó¼ °ÅÀÇ ¹ö°Å¸¦ µÚÁý´Â ¼öÁØÀ̾úÁö Slipped and became the victim of his own murder hunger ±×·¯´Ù °á±¹ ÀÚ½ÅÀÇ »ìÀÎ Áßµ¶¿¡ Èñ»ý¾çÀÌ µÇ¾ú¾î He got put six feet under by a small shorty that was younger ±×´Â Àڱ⺸´Ù ¾î¸° ²¿¸¶¿¡ ÀÇÇØ ¶¥ ¼Ó ±íÀÌ ¹¯ÇûÁö And this type of street violence today happens too often ÀÌ·± °Å¸®ÀÇ Æø·ÂÀÌ ³Ê¹« ÀÚÁÖ ÀϾ It hit me hard as hell to see my dog up in the coffin ³» Ä£±¸°¡ °ü¿¡ ´¯ÇôÀÖ´Â °É º¸·Á´Ï ³Ê¹« °¡½¿ÀÌ ¾ÆÆÄ People droppin a rose when the casket is closed °üÀÌ ´ÝÈ÷°í »ç¶÷µéÀº Àå¹Ì¸¦ ´øÁ® Hey yo, that's the name of the game out on the street, that's how it goes Hey yo, ±×°Ô °Å¸®¿¡¼ ¹ú¾îÁö´Â °ÔÀÓ, ±×·¸°Ô »ì¾Æ°¡´Â °Å¾ß They say: "Live by the trigger, die by the trigger" ¸ðµÎ ¸»ÇÏÁö: "¹æ¾Æ¼è¿¡ »ì°í, ¹æ¾Æ¼è¿¡ Á״´Ù" It ain't about whose gun is more bigger, nigga ´©±¸ ÃÑÀÌ ´õ Å«°¡´Â »ó°ü ¾ø¾î It's bout whose draw is quicker ´©°¡ ´õ »¡¸® »Ì´Â°¡°¡ Áß¿äÇÏÁö So to my shorty dog puzzled I'm pledgin ÀÌ°Ç ³» Ä£±¸¿¡°Ô Áø½ÉÀ» ´ã¾Æ º¸³»´Â°Í Died at the age of 17, Brooklyn East New York legend 17»ì¿¡ Á×Àº, µ¿ºÎ ´º¿å BrooklynÀÇ Àü¼³¿¡°Ô (Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers) (ÇüÁ¦µéÀ» À§Çؼ ¼úº´À» °Å²Ù·Î µé¾î) Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another °Å¸®¿¡¼± Ç×»ó Áø½ÇÇϰÔ, ±×¸®°í ŸÀÎÀ» Á¶½ÉÇϱæ [VERSE 2] Thinkin back when I was chillin with K-Von, but now he's long gone K-Von°ú ÇÔ²² Çß´ø ±×¶§¸¦ Ãß¾ïÇØ, Ç㳪 ±×´Â ¶°³Áö ¿À·¡ So I carried on and wrote this song to keep the strong on Ã߾£ Àá±ä ä ±×°ÍµéÀ» ÀØÁö ¾ÊÀ¸·Á ÀÌ ³ë·¡¸¦ ½è¾î Me and black-o way back in childhood when we was wild hoods ³ª¿Í ±×´Â ¾î¸± ¶§ºÎÅÍ, ¹ö¸©¾øÀÌ ±¼¶§ºÎÅÍ Runnin around the neighborhood and up to no good ÇÔ²² µ¿³×¸¦ µ¹¾Æ´Ù´Ï¸é¼ ¿Â°® ³ª»Û ÁþÀ» ÇßÁö Started hangin hard out there on the boulevard in stolen cars Â÷¸¦ ÈÉÃļ °Å¸®¸¦ ½î´Ù´Ï±â ½ÃÀÛÇϰí Then put behind bars sellin drugs and pullin yards ¸¶¾àÀ» ÆÈ°í ½Î¿òÀ» ÇÏ´Ù°¡ °¨¿Á¿¡ °¤ÇûÁö Then my crimey got locked up for cookin the rock up ±×´ÙÀ½ ³» ÆÄÆ®³Ê´Â ¾àÀ» ¿ä¸®ÇÏ´Ù°¡ ºÙÀâÇû¾î Started bouncin uptown to stuck up, my nigga straight blew the block up ¾÷Ÿ¿îÀ¸·Î ¿Ã¶ó°¡, ³» Ä£±¸´Â °Å¸®¸¦ ÈÛ¾µ¾úÁö Yeah, the blue and whites was on sight runnin with flashlights ±×·¡, °æÂû°ú ¹éÀεéÀÌ ¼ÕÀüµîÀ» µé°í ¶Ù¾î´Ù³æÁö On the double a fast life, that's when he seen his last nights µÎ ¹è·Î ºü¸¥ »î, ±×¶§ ±×´Â ¸¶Áö¸· ¹ãÀ» º¸³Â¾î Out on the street runnin from the heat ±ÇÃÑÀ¸·ÎºÎÅÍ µµ¸ÁÄ¡¸ç °Å¸®¸¦ ´Þ¸®´Ù°¡ Then got locked up from (Happy New Year!) °¨¿Á¿¡ °¤Èù ³¯Àº (»õÇØ º¹ ¸¹ÀÌ ¹Þ¾Æ!) All the way down to (New Year's Eve!) Ç®·Á³ ³¯Àº (»õÇØ Àü³¯!) The two of those in a wardrobe of clothes ¿ÊÀå ¼Ó¿¡ ±× µÑ (?) Got back on crackin, I let him whip the macks and go lookin for hoes ³ª¿Í¼± ´Ù½Ã ÀÏ·Î µ¹¾Æ°¡Áö, ³ ±×°¡ ÃÑÀ» ´Ù·ç°í ¿©ÀÚ¸¦ ¸¸³ª°Ô ³öµ×Áö¸¸ And then another sad story is headed for me ¶Ç´Ù¸¥ ½½Ç À̾߱Ⱑ ´Ù°¡¿À°í ÀÖ¾ú¾î When i found out another soldier died in the territory ÀÌ ¿µ¿ª ³»¿¡¼ ¶Ç´Ù¸¥ ¿ë»ç°¡ Á×Àº°Å¾ß So in memory of my dog I write a lyric ³» Ä£±¸ÀÇ ±â¾ï¿¡ Àá°Ü ³ °¡»ç¸¦ ½á Straight hopin melodies travel from my mind to your spirit ¸á·Îµð°¡ ³» ¸¶À½¿¡¼ ³ÊÀÇ ¿µÈ¥À¸·Î °¡±â¸¦ ±âµµÇÏ¸é¼ Hear it when I get biz for K-Von, I'm pledgin K-VonÀ» »ý°¢ÇÏ¸ç ºÎ¸£´Â ·¦À» µé¾îºÁ, ³ ±âµµÇØ Died on 104 Northern Boulevard, Corona, Queens legend Queens CoronaÀÇ Northern 104¹ø°¡¿¡¼ Á×Àº Àü¼³À» À§ÇØ (Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers) (ÇüÁ¦µéÀ» À§Çؼ ¼úº´À» °Å²Ù·Î µé¾î) Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another 3X °Å¸®¿¡¼± Ç×»ó Áø½ÇÇϰÔ, ±×¸®°í ŸÀÎÀ» Á¶½ÉÇϱæ (Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers) (ÇüÁ¦µéÀ» À§Çؼ ¼úº´À» °Å²Ù·Î µé¾î) Keep it real on the street °Å¸®¿¡¼± Ç×»ó Áø½ÇÇÏ°Ô |
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