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| subject : | [The Game]Body Bags |
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[The Game talking] Is 07 shit 2007³â ³ë·¡ We runnin' through summers ¿ì¸° ¿©¸§À» ´Þ·Á in dual hummers Hummer¸¦ Ÿ°í and tell them my crew coming for war ³» Å©·ç¿¡°Ô ÀüÀïÀÌ ¹ú¾îÁú°Å¶ó°í ÀüÇØ [Verse 1] Ay yooooooooooooooo! I can't let the day go without lettin' the K go AK¸¦ ½îÁö ¾Ê°í ÇϷ縦 º¸³»´Â ÀûÀÌ ¾øÁö Now watch his face blow, YAYO! ÀÚ ÀÌÁ¦ ±×ÀÇ ¾ó±¼ÀÌ ³¯¾Æ°¡´Â °É ºÁ, YAYO! Heard you hidin' in the big apple ³Ê Áö±Ý ´º¿å¿¡ ¼û¾îÀÖ´Ù¸ç Better keep hidin' for them Puerto Ricans kidnap you Ǫ¿¡¸£Å丮ÄÚ ³ðµéÀÌ ³Î ³³Ä¡Çϱâ Àü¿¡ ¼û´Â°Ô ÁÁ¾Æ 9-3 gangsta ties 9-3 °»½ºÅÍ ¿¬°á°í¸® Haitans down in Miami (zoe gang!) ¸¶Àֹ̾̿¡ ã¾Æ¿Â ÇÏÀÌÆ¼ÀÎ (Zoe °»!) yeah, them Haitins down in Miami ±×·¡, ±× ÇÏÀÌÆ¼ÀεéÀÌ ¸¶Àֹ̾̿¡ ¿Ô¾î Fat Joe don't fuck with you, Nas don't like you Fat Joe´Â ³Ê¶û ¾È ³î°í, Nas´Â ³Î ½È¾îÇϰí So who they gonna blame when the long nose snipe you ±×·¡ ±äÄÚµéÀÌ ³Î Àú°ÝÇÏ¸é ´©±¼ Å¿Çϰھî Potato on the muzzle, black tape on the grip °ËÀº Å×ÀÔÀ¸·Î Àç°¥À» ¹°¸° °¨ÀÚ ³ðµé We in the A-Team van with black tape on your bitch ¿ì¸®´Â A-Team ¹ê¿¡, ´Ï ¿©ÀÚ¿¡ °üÇÑ °ËÀº Å×ÀÔÀ» µé°í ÀÖ¾î She gonna tell us where you at ±×³à´Â ´Ï°¡ ÀÖ´Â °÷À» ¸»ÇØÁٰŰí We gonna twist that dro' ¿ì¸®´Â ¸¶¸®È³ª¸¦ ÇÇ¸é¼ and just wait 'til that rat come out the that hole ±×Àú Áã°¡ Á㱸¸Û¿¡¼ ³ª¿Ã ¶§±îÁö ±â´Ù¸®°ÚÁö No, the streets ain't safe ¾Æ´Ï, °Å¸®´Â ¾ÈÀüÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Æ When we see him we gonna eat that face ±×¸¦ ¸¸³ª¸é ¾ó±¼À» ¸Ô¾îÄ¡¿ï°Å¾ß Nobody we gonna beat that case ¾Æ¹«µµ ÀÌ »óȲÀ» ŸÆÄÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø¾î Yeah, it's on again, two shots of patron I'm in ±×·¡, ´Ù½Ã ½ÃÀÛµÆÁö, Patron µÎ ÀÜ¿¡ ³»°¡ Âü¿© Drive slow and let the motherfuckin' chrome extend õõÈ÷ ¿îÀüÇØ ±×¸®°í Ãѱ¸¸¦ ¹ÛÀ¸·Î ²¨³» [Chorus: Ini Kamoze (The Game)] Out in the streets they call it murder (whispering: murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) °Å¸®¿¡¼± »ç¶÷µéÀº »ìÀÎÀ» ºÎ¸£Áö (»ìÀÎ, »ìÀÎ, »ìÀÎ... Á׿©, Á׿©, Á׿©...) (You can't fuck with the real!) (³Í ÁøÂ¥¶ûÀº ¸ø ½Î¿ö!) Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) °Å¸®¿¡¼± »ç¶÷µéÀº »ìÀÎÀ» ºÎ¸£Áö (»ìÀÎ, »ìÀÎ, »ìÀÎ... Á׿©, Á׿©, Á׿©...) (Nigga, don't cross the real!) (À̺Á, ÁøÂ¥¸¦ ȳª°Ô ÇÏÁö¸¶!) They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd.. ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) (»ìÀÎ, »ìÀÎ, »ìÀÎ... Á׿©, Á׿©, Á׿©...) They call it murd.. ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... (You can't fuck with the real!) (³Í ÁøÂ¥¶ûÀº ¸ø ½Î¿ö!) They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd.. ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... (Nigga, don't cross the real!) (À̺Á, ÁøÂ¥¸¦ ȳª°Ô ÇÏÁö¸¶!) [Verse 2] What type of bitch niggaz put his hands on kids (Homo!) ¾î¶² °³³âÀÌ ¾ÆÀ̵鿡°Ô ¼ÕÀ» ´ë (È£¸ðÁö!) Pull up that black van on his (Nope) °ËÀº ¹êÀ» ±×ÀÇ ¾Õ¿¡ ¼¼¿ö (¾È µÅ) We don't do the kid slap, we do the kid snatchin' ¿ì¸° ¾ÆÀ̸¦ ¶§¸®Áö ¾Ê¾Æ, ¾ÆÀ̸¦ »¯¾î°¡Áö Eyewitness news, there's been a kidnappin' Á¤È®ÇÑ ¼Ò½Ä¿¡ µû¸£¸é, ³³Ä¡ »ç°ÇÀÌ ÀϾ¾î Feed 'em real good, takin' home to play with Harlem ±×µéÀ» Àß ¸Ô¿©, ÇÒ·½¿¡¼ ³î°Ô ÁýÀ¸·Î µ¥·Á°¡ Sit by the phone, just wait it's your daddy callin' ÀüÈ ¿·¿¡ ¾É¾Æ, ±â´Ù·ÁºÁ ´Ï ¾Æºü°¡ Àüȸ¦ ÇÒ°Å¾ß Naah, we don't get down like that ¾Æ´Ï, ¿ì¸° ±×·¸°Ô ³îÁö ¾Ê¾Æ but 50's momma we'll put you in the ground like that ÇÏÁö¸¸ 50ÀÇ ¾ö¸¶´Â ¿ì¸®°¡ ±×·± ½ÄÀ¸·Î µ¥·Á°¥°Ô Cuuuurtisss Tryin' to make peace with Dipset Dipset°ú Æòȸ¦ À¯ÁöÇÏ·Á°í but you ain't even address the beef with Jin yet ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³Í Jin°úÀÇ ºÒ¸¸µµ ¾ÆÁ÷ ÇØ¼Ò ¸øÇßÀÝ¾Æ It's on now, better call dr. Ben and Russell ½ÃÀ۵ƾî, ¾î¼ Ben ¹Ú»ç¿Í Russell¿¡°Ô ¿¬¶ôÇØ Set up a peace treaty or go get some muscle ÆòÈ Á¶¾àÀ» ¼¼¿ì°Å³ª ±ÙÀ°À̳ª Ű¿ö Call the lighty brothers, call all your lil' flunkies °¡º¿î ÇüÁ¦µéÀ» ºÒ·¯, ´Ï³× µÚÃÄÁø Ä£±¸µéÀ» ºÒ·¯ Call the snitch hotline and get the G-Unit monkeys Á»µµµÏÀ» Á÷Åë ÀüÈ·Î ºÒ·¯, G-Unit ¿ø¼þÀ̵鵵 Call the cops, I'm still 100 miles an runnin' °æÂûµµ ºÒ·¯, ³ ¿©ÀüÈ÷ 100¸¶ÀÏÀ» ¶Ù°í ÀÖ¾î Then call the God and tell him your ass is comin' ±×´ÙÀ½ ½ÅÀÇ À̸§À» ºÎ¸£°í °ð °Å±â·Î °£´Ù°í ¸»ÇØ [Chorus: Ini Kamoze (The Game)] Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) °Å¸®¿¡¼± »ç¶÷µéÀº »ìÀÎÀ» ºÎ¸£Áö (»ìÀÎ, »ìÀÎ, »ìÀÎ... Á׿©, Á׿©, Á׿©...) (You can't fuck with the real!) (³Í ÁøÂ¥¶ûÀº ¸ø ½Î¿ö!) Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) °Å¸®¿¡¼± »ç¶÷µéÀº »ìÀÎÀ» ºÎ¸£Áö (»ìÀÎ, »ìÀÎ, »ìÀÎ... Á׿©, Á׿©, Á׿©...) (Nigga, don't cross the real!) (À̺Á, ÁøÂ¥¸¦ ȳª°Ô ÇÏÁö¸¶!) They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd.. ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) (»ìÀÎ, »ìÀÎ, »ìÀÎ... Á׿©, Á׿©, Á׿©...) They call it murd.. ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... (You can't fuck with the real!) (³Í ÁøÂ¥¶ûÀº ¸ø ½Î¿ö!) They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd.. ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... (Never don't cross the real!) (Àý´ë ÁøÂ¥¸¦ ȳª°Ô ÇÏÁö¸¶!) [Verse 3] This ain't "Ether", nah, this ain't "Hit 'em up" ÀÌ°Ç Etherµµ ¾Æ´Ï°í Hit 'em Upµµ ¾Æ³Ä This is a lot of dead bodies, who gonna pick them up ÀÌ°Ç ¼ö¸¹Àº ½ÃüÁö, ´©°¡ ´Ù Ä¡¿ï±î We just shot the corner Who gonna drive the truck ¹æ±Ý Äڳʿ¡ ÃÑÀ» ½ú¾î, ´©°¡ Æ®·°À» ¸ô±î Fuck the whole G-Unit who lied to Buck Buck¿¡°Ô °ÅÁþ¸»Çß´ø G-Unit ´Ù ¿³¸Ô¾î Fuck Spider too, now that's for Big Fase Spiderµµ ¿³¸Ô¾î, ÀÌ°Ç Big Fase¸¦ À§ÇÑ °Í I know where you countin' your sheeps ´Ï°¡ ¾ç ¼ýÀÚ¸¦ ¼¼´Â °÷ÀÌ ¾îµòÁö ¾Ë¾Æ *ÀÚ´Â °÷ÀÌ ¾îµòÁö ¾È´Ù´Â ¶æÀεí? I'll have some Crips waitin' Crips º¸°í ´ë±âÇ϶ó°í ÇÒ°Ô youtube banger, tell me how that clip taste YouTube °»½ºÅÍ, ±× źâÀº ¾î¶² ¸ÀÀ̾ß? You kiss Lakisha in that mouth, tell me how my dick taste ³Í LakishaÀÇ ÀÔ¿¡´Ù°¡ Ű½ºÇßÁö, ³» °Å½Ã±â´Â ¾î¶² ¸ÀÀΰ¡ ¸»ÇغÁ I got the crown nigga, it's going down nigga ³»°Õ ¿Õ°üÀÌ ÀÖ¾î, ÀÌÁ¦ °è¼Ó °¡ and Los Angelesss - it's my town nigga! ±×¸®°í ·Î½º ¾ØÁ©·¹½º - ³ªÀÇ µµ½ÃÁö! I got a place where bodies don't get found nigga ½Ãü°¡ ¹ß°ßµÇÁö ¾Ê´Â °÷À» ¾Ë°í ÀÖ¾î Where the dead sleep and ghost don't make a sound nigga Á×Àº ÀÚµéÀº ÀÚ°í À¯·Éµµ ¼Ò¸® ³»Áö ¾Ê´Â °÷ The real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the real Jimmy Henchmen ÁøÂ¥ 50 Cent, ±×´Â Jimmy HenchmenÀ» ¾Ë¾ÒÁö, ÁøÂ¥ Jimmy Henchmen Look at them niggaz flinchin' ¿òÃ÷·¯µå´Â Àú ³ðµéÀ» ºÁ We ain't gonna do shit ¿ì¸° ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ¾È ÇÒ°Å¾ß I'll have your crew sit (?) ´Ï³× Å©·ç°¡ ¾É°Ô ÇØÁÙ°Ô So play like them is toy guns and this is just music ±×µéÀ» Àå³°¨ ÃÑó·³ °®°í ³ë´Â ÀÌ°Ç ´ÜÁö À½¾Ç [Chorus: Ini Kamoze (The Game)] Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) °Å¸®¿¡¼± »ç¶÷µéÀº »ìÀÎÀ» ºÎ¸£Áö (»ìÀÎ, »ìÀÎ, »ìÀÎ... Á׿©, Á׿©, Á׿©...) (You can't fuck with the real!) (³Í ÁøÂ¥¶ûÀº ¸ø ½Î¿ö!) Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) °Å¸®¿¡¼± »ç¶÷µéÀº »ìÀÎÀ» ºÎ¸£Áö (»ìÀÎ, »ìÀÎ, »ìÀÎ... Á׿©, Á׿©, Á׿©...) (Nigga, don't cross the real!) (À̺Á, ÁøÂ¥¸¦ ȳª°Ô ÇÏÁö¸¶!) They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd.. ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) (»ìÀÎ, »ìÀÎ, »ìÀÎ... Á׿©, Á׿©, Á׿©...) They call it murd.. ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... (Niggaz can't fuck with the real!) (¾Æ¹«µµ ÁøÂ¥¶ûÀº ¸ø ½Î¿ö!) They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd.. ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... ±×µéÀÌ »ìÀÎÀ»... (Don't fuck with the real!) (ÁøÂ¥¶û ½Î¿ì·Á µéÁö¸¶!) [The Game talking] It's Blackwall Street nigga! Blackwall Street´Ù ÀÓ¸¶! Is 07, we can't be fuck with 2007, ¿ì¸° »ó´ëÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø´Â À̵é Try and die, motherfuckers ½Ãºñ °É¾ú´Ù°£ Á×¾î, °³ÀÚ½Äµé¾Æ I run the world, it's on! ³»°¡ ¼¼»óÀ» À̲ø¾î°¡, ½ÃÀÛ! |
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