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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Kool G. Rap]Ghetto Knows |
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Chorus: repeat 2X Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go Yo, ³Í °¡¾ßÇØ, ³Í °¡¾ßÇØ, ³Í °¡¾ßÇØ (G: And aiyyo, what you don't know, believe the ghetto knows) (Aiyyo, ´Ï°¡ ¸ð¸£´õ¶óµµ, °ÔÅä´Â ¾Ë°í ÀÖ¾î) [Kool G. Rap] New York, New York, the city that never sleeps ´º¿å, ´º¿å, ÀáµéÁö ¾Ê´Â µµ½Ã Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the streets ÇϾá õÀÌ µ¤Èù ½Ãü°¡ °Å¸® ¿©±âÀú±â¿¡ ÀÖ³× Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids slangin rocks »çÅ´ ½É°¢ÇØÁ®, ÄÚÄ«ÀÎÀ» ÇÏ´Â ¾ÆÀ̵éÀÌ ÀÖ´Â °Å¸®¸¦ Áö³ª and holdin glocks stolen from the cops to get props À¯¸íÇØÁö·Á°í °æÂû¿¡°Ô¼ »¯Àº ÃÑÀ» Àâ°í You gotta split a top, on the regular ³Í º¸Åë ÀûµéÀÇ ¸Ó¸®¸¦ ³¯¸®°Ô µÇÁö or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by your competitor ¾È ±×·¯¸é °æÀïÀÚ¿¡ ÀÇÇØ, ÃѾ˷Î, ´Ï ¸Ó¸®°¡ ³¯¾Æ°¡ Gunshots echo throughout the city like thunder, no wonder ÃѼҸ®´Â µµ½Ã¿¡ õµÕó·³ ¿ï·ÁÆÛÁö³×, ¿ª½Ã³ª Another brother six feet under ¶Ç´Ù¸¥ ÇüÁ¦°¡ ¶¥ ±í¼÷È÷ ¹¯È÷³× You know it ain't no jokin when the streetlights are broken °¡·ÎµîÀÌ ºÎ¼Áú ¶© ´õÀÌ»ó Àå³ÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï¾ß So keep your eyes open, or get ready for a, smokin 'loc ±×·¯´Ï °è¼Ó ´«À» ¶ß°í, ¿¬±â °¡µæÇÑ ÇöÀåÀ» º¼ Áغñ¸¦ Çϱæ Step out of line, I hope you got your nine gun son Æ¢´Â ÇൿÀ» ÇßÀ» ¶©, ÃÑÀÌ 9ÀÚ·ç´Â ÀÖ±æ ¹Ù¶ó The Smith and Wess', you better press 9-1-1 (word up) Smith and Wess', ¾î¼ 9-1-1À» ´·¯ (±×·¡) or make a run for it there's too many to tackle ¾Æ´Ï¸é ¾î¼ µµ¸ÁÃÄ, ¸Â¼±â¿£ ³Ê¹« ¸¹Àº °ÍµéÀÌ ÀÖÀ¸´Ï The Big Apple'll put your ass on ice like a Snapple ´º¿åÀº ´Ï ¾ûµ¢À̸¦ Snapple(°úÀÏÁ꽺)ó·³ ¾ó¸±°Å¾ß So even though I rap I gots to stay strapped ±×·¡¼ ³»°¡ ·¡ÆÛ¶óµµ Ç×»ó ¹«ÀåÇØÀÖ´Â °ÅÁö Niggaz act up I back up (PI-YAH) ³ðµéÀÌ ¸ô·Á¿À¸é ³ ¹°·¯¼ (PI-YAH) I bust a cap inside your fuckin hat ´Ï ¸ðÀÚ ¼Ó¿¡´Ù°¡ ÃѾËÀ» ¹Ú¾ÆÁÙ°Ô Don't even pose with them hoes, the swinger that you chose ´Ï°¡ ¼±ÅÃÇÑ ±×, Ä£±¸µéÇϰí´Â Æ÷Áîµµ ÀâÁö¸¶ just might be down with the foes, only the shadow knows ¾î¼¸é Àûµé°ú ÇÔ²² ÇÏ´Â °ÉÁöµµ ¸ð¸£´Ï±î, ±×¸²ÀÚ¸¸ÀÌ Áø½ÇÀ» ¾ËÁö And ain't no lollipop, lollipop over here only the shottie pops ¿©±ä »çÅÁ °°Àº ÀÏÀº ¾ø¾î ¿ÀÁ÷ ÃѼҸ®»Ó (BOOM) Now just sit back and watch the bodies drop (BOOM) ÀÌÁ¦ ÆíÈ÷ ¾É¾Æ¼ ¾²·¯Áö´Â ½ÃüµéÀ» ºÁ The younger gunmen got the bigger niggaz runnin ¾î¸° ÃÑÀâÀ̰¡ ´õ Å« ³ðµéÀ» µµ¸ÁÄ¡°Ô ¸¸µå³× The shorties (what) the shorties (what) the shorties are comin ²¿¸¶µé (¹¹) ²¿¸¶µé (¹¹) ²¿¸¶µéÀÌ ¿À°í ÀÖ³× to push a nigga wig back, and leave his ass flat on his back ³ðµéÀÇ ¸Ó¸®¸¦ ³¯¸®°í, ¾ûµ¢¹æ¾Æ¸¦ Âö°Ô ¸¸µé±â À§ÇØ The motherfuckin ghetto knows, and it's like that °ÔÅä´Â ´Ù ¾Ë°í ÀÖ¾î, ¿ø·¡ ÀÌ·±°Å¾ß Chorus [Kool G. Rap] Today's headlines, another nigga dead ¿À´ÃÀÇ Çìµå¶óÀÎ, ¶Ç´Ù¸¥ ÈæÀÎÀÌ Á×´Ù Six to the body and fo' to the head ¸ö¿¡ 6¹ß, ¸Ó¸®¿¡ 4¹ßÀ» ¸Â¾Æ Followed the red bitch in the bed full of lead ÃѾËÀÌ °¡µæÇÑ Ä§´ë·Î ¿©ÀÚ¸¦ µû¶ó°£°ÅÁö A drug-related case and now the place is filled with Feds ¸¶¾à¿¡ °ü·ÃµÈ »ç°ÇÀÌ ÀϾ¸é ¿ì¸® º»°ÅÁö´Â °æÂû·Î ³ÑÃijª Ramshacked the shack, disclouse 'bout two kilos of dope Áý±îÁö µéÀÌ´ÚÃÄ, ´ë·« 2kgÀÇ ¸¶¸®È³ª¸¦ ã¾Æ³»°í Two ounces of coke's caught in the pocket of his coat 2¿Â½ºÀÇ ÄÚÄ«ÀÎÀº ±×ÀÇ ÁÖ¸Ó´Ï¿¡¼ ¹ß°ßÇÏÁö So, another brother caught the ultimate surprise ±×·¡, ¶Ç´Ù¸¥ ÇüÁ¦°¡ ¾ÆÁÖ ³î¶ó¿î ÀÏÀ» °æÇèÇØ with blown out brains, to drop stains on his eyes ³ú°¡ ³¯¾Æ°¡°í ´«¿¡µµ Çǰ¡ ¹¯°ÔµÅ Dazed as I sit back and watch the channel two news 2¹ø ä³Î ´º½º¸¦ º¸¸é¼ È¥¶õ½º·¯¿öÁ® ³ ÀÚ¸®¿¡ ¾ÉÁö Watchin his family goin through all the boo-hoos ±×ÀÇ °¡Á·ÀÌ ¿Â°® °í³À» °Þ´Â °É ÁöÄѺ¸¸é¼ You lose, like an Ill Street, the Blues are gettin deeper ³Í Á³¾î, ¸¶Ä¡ Ill Streetó·³, ½½ÇÄÀº ±í¾îÁ® Nothin left in the room except for him, the Grim Reaper ±×ÀÇ ¹æ¿¡ ³²Àº °Å¶ó°ï ¿ÀÁ÷ Àú½Â »çÀÚ»Ó Police are takin ? snapshots, scoop up some blooddrops °æÂûµéÀº »çÁøÀ» Âï°í, Ç͹æ¿ïÀ» ±Ü¾î°¡ Pull out a file on a juvenile child of mugshots ÃѰÝÀü¿¡ ÈÖ¸»¸° ¹Ì¼º³âÀÇ ÆÄÀÏÀ» ²¨³» The cops knew he fell victim to laws on the street °æÂûµéÀº ±×°¡ ¹ýÀÇ Èñ»ý¾çÀ̾ú´Ù´Â °É ¾ËÁö So they just, pull out the white sheets, to cover up the dead meat ±×·¡¼ ±×µéÀº ±×Àú, ÇϾá õÀ¸·Î Á×Àº ¸ö¶×¾Æ¸®¸¦ µ¤°í Seal off the area with yellow tape, draw the white ³ë¶õ Å×ÀÔÀ¸·Î ÇöÀåÀ» ºÀ¼âÇϰí, ÇÏ¾á ºÐÇÊ·Î chalk around the body now the party has to motivate ¸ö ÁÖº¯¿¡ ¼±À» ±ß°í, ±×°ÍÀ¸·Î ¸ðµÎ ºüÁ®³ª°¡Áö One more outlaw, was murdered on the scene for the green ¶Ç ÇÑ ¸íÀÇ ¹«¹ýÀÚ°¡, µ· ¶§¹®¿¡ »ìÇØ´çÇÑ °Í Died at the age of seventeen ±×ÀÇ ³ªÀÌ´Â 17»ìÀ̾úÁö Chorus [Kool G. Rap] Strollin the concrete, packin my heat, walkin the backstreets ÄÜÅ©¸®Æ® °Å¸®¸¦ °ÉÀ¸¸é¼, ÃÑÀ» ì±â°í, µÞ°ñ¸ñÀ¸·Î µé¾î°¡ I seen niggaz pull up, peepin me out the side a black Jeep °ËÀº Jeep¸¦ ÁÖÂ÷½ÃŰ°í ³ª¸¦ ¿³º¸´Â ³ðµéÀÌ º¸¿© Six feet deep, that's where I'm goin if I'm slippin ½Ç¼öÇÏ¸é °ð¹Ù·Î ¶¥ ¼Ó ±íÀÌ ¹¯È÷°Ô µÇ°ÚÁö Steady cockin my shit cause I already got the clip in ¹ú½á źâÀº ³Ö¾ú°í, °è¼Ó ÀåÀüÀ» ÇØ Now who's the first nigga to run up, here they come up ÀÌÁ¦ óÀ½ ¿òÁ÷ÀÌ´Â ³à¼®Àº ´©±¸Àϱî, Àú±â ¿À´Â±º the block hardrocks with glocks rollin holdin they guns up °Å¸®¸¦ °É¾î, ÃÑÀ» µé¾î ³»°Ô °Ü´«Ã¤·Î I buck, I buck, and then I struck one in the chest ³ °ø°Ý, °ø°ÝÇϰí, °¡½¿¿¡ ÇÑ ¹ßÀ» ¸ÂÃç Nigga shoulda wore a vest but now his ass is put to rest ±×·¯±æ·¡ ¹æÅºÁ¶³¢¸¦ ÀÔ¾ú¾î¾ßÁö, ¹ú½á ÁÖÀú ¾É¾Ò³× But now I got three mo' niggaz, pullin triggers ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³¯ °ø°ÝÇÏ´Â ³ðµéÀº ¾ÆÁ÷µµ ¼¼ ¸íÀ̳ª ´õ ÀÖ¾î Strays are ricochetin off the bricks, zigga zigga ÃѾ˵éÀº º®µ¹À» ½ºÄ¡³×, zigga zigga(ÀǼº¾î?) But who got the biggest strap? Who's bustin bigger caps? Ç㳪 ´©±¸ ¹«±â°¡ ´õ ¸¹Àº°¡? ´©°¡ ´õ Å« ÃѾËÀ» ¾²³ª? My BOOM BOOM BOOMS against they PAP PAP PAPS ³» ÆãÆãÆã°ú ±×µéÀÇ ÇÍÇÍÇÍ No haps, G. Rap ain't goin out like a sucker ±Ã±ÝÇØÇÒ ÇÊ¿ä ¾øÁö, G. RapÀº ¹Ùº¸Ã³·³ Á×Áø ¾Ê¾Æ I reloaded the shot and dropped another motherfucker ³ ÃÑÀ» ÀåÀüÇÏ°í ¶Ç´Ù¸¥ ³à¼®À» °ñ·Î º¸³Â¾î Quick, I duck and shit to dodge the bullets comin at me ºü¸£°Ô, ¾þµå·Á¼ ³»°Ô·Î ³¯¾Æ¿À´Â ÃѾËÀ» ÇÇÇØ Cause I won't be too happy with a slug inside my nappy ³» ¸ö ¼Ó¿¡ ÃѾËÀÌ ¹ÚÈ÷¸é º°·Î ÇູÇÏÁø ¾ÊÀ»Å״ϱî Two more niggaz left, they scared to death, but I'm leary µÎ ¸íÀÌ ³²¾Ò±º, ±×µéÀº °ÌÀ» ¸Ô¾úÁö¸¸, ³ °Åħ¾ø¾î Shit gets kinda scary when I got bulletholes near me ÃѾËÀÌ ³¯¾Æ¿Ã ¶§´Â ¹«¼·±âµµ ÇÏÁö I went between two cars, lettin off the quarter pound µÎ ÀÚµ¿Â÷ »çÀÌ·Î µé¾î°¡, °¡Áö°í ÀÖ´ø ÃÑ¾Ë 1/4À» ½è¾î I see another body fallin down to the ground ¶Ç´Ù½Ã ¾²·¯Áö´Â ¸ö¶×À̰¡ º¸À̴±º Quick I run up on him cause I don't think that he's dead ºü¸£°Ô ±×³ðÀ» µ¤ÃÄ, Á×Àº°Å °°Áö°¡ ¾Ê¾ÒÀ¸´Ï±î Standin over his ass I put two more inside his head ±×ÀÇ ¸ö À§¿¡ ¿Ã¶ó¼± ä·Î µÎ ¹ßÀ» ¸Ó¸®¿¡ ´õ ¹Ú¾Ò³× That's three niggaz down, only got one nigga to go ÀÌÁ¦ ¼¼ ¸íÀÌ Á×°í, ÇÑ ¸í¸¸ ³²¾Ò¾î I gots to send his ass to the gravedigger so À̳ðÀ» ¹¦Áö±â¿¡°Ô º¸³»¾ß°Ú¾î I lay low in the cut and wait for moneygrip to slip up ±×·¡¼ ³ ÀÚ¼¼¸¦ ³·Ãß°í ±×³ðÀÌ ºóÆ´À» º¸ÀÏ ¶§¸¦ ±â´Ù·ÈÁö Nearly shot my whole clip up, I got one more slug to rip up °ÅÀÇ ÅºÃ¢ÀÌ ºñ°í, ÀÌÁ¦ Çϳª°¡ ³²¾Ò´Âµ¥ Look over by the GS, see his ass stickin his head out GS ³Ê¸Ó·Î º¸´Ï, ¸Ó¸®°¡ »ßÁ®³ª¿Â°Ô º¸ÀÌ³× Boom, let the lead out, blew a piece of his brain dead out Æã, ÃѾËÀÌ ³¯¾Æ°¡°í, ±×ÀÇ ³ú ÇÑ Á¡ÀÌ the back of his head, now he's dead, because he fell face down ¸Ó¸® µÚ·Î, ÀÌÁ¦ ±×´Â Á×¾ú¾î, ¿Ö³Ä¸é ±×°¡ »ì´ø right on the motherfuckin streets that he dwelled ¹Ù·Î ±× °Å¸®¿¡¼ ¾þ¾îÁ® ¾²·¯Á³±â ¶§¹®¿¡ Chorus 2.5X |
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