|
||
|
|
| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Papoose]Victory 2007 |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
-Verse One- If I made a title that offend the whole industry ¸¸¾à ÀÌ ºÐ¾ß¸¦ ÇÑ ¹ø¿¡ ¿å¸ÔÀÏ ¼ö Àִ ŸÀÌÆ²À» ³»°¡ Áö¾î³»¸é Would you all say my title in ya interviews? ³×°¡ ÀÎÅͺäÇÏ´Â µµÁß¿¡ ±×°É ¸»ÇØÁÙ·¡? If I came out dissin everyone of y'all ¸¸¾à ³»°¡ ¸ðµÎ¸¦ ¿åÇÏ¸é¼ ³ª¿Ô´Ù¸é Would I sell as much records as these other dudes? ´Ù¸¥ ³ðµé¸¸Å ¾Ù¹üÀ» ¸¹ÀÌ ÆÈ ¼ö ÀÖÀ»±î? If I said I was retirin' but never left ¸¸¾à ÀºÅð´Â ÇØµµ ÀÌ ¼¼°è¸¦ ¶°³ªÁö ¾Ê¾Ò´Ù¸é Would you all show me love when I come back? ³»°¡ ÄĹéÇÒ ¶§ ¸ðµÎ ³¯ »ç¶ûÇØÁÙ·¡ If I ran the streets for the past 2 years ¸¸¾à ³»°¡ Áö³ 2³â µ¿¾È °Å¸®¸¦ ´Ù½º·È´Ù¸é Would you respect me or would you say "Fuck Pap!"? ³¯ Á¸°æÇØÁÙ·¡ ¾Æ´Ï¸é "Pap ÁÀ±î!"¶ó°í ÇÒ·¡? Yo, where my thugs at? Cock your guns back Yo, ³» thugµé ¾îµø¾î? ÃÑÀ» ÀåÀüÇØ My headphones ain't loud, yo, turn up the track ÇìµåÆù ¼Ò¸®°¡ ÃæºÐÈ÷ ¾È Å«µ¥, yo, º¼·ýÀ» ³ô¿© Ok, bump that, homie I run rap! OK, ÄôÄô ¿ï¸®°Ô, ³ ·¦À» ÇØ! I add on to the game, you niggas subtract ³ °ÔÀÓ¿¡ µ¡¼ÀÀ» Çϰí, ³Ê³Ù »¬¼ÀÀ» ÇØ Yo, where my bloods at? Throw it up, brraat! Yo, Blood ÇüÁ¦µéÀº ¾îµøÁö? ÃĿ÷Á, brraat! Yo, where my cuz at? he cut you cut 'em back! Yo, »çÃ̵éÀº ¾îµøÁö? ´©°¡ ³Î º£°Åµç ¹Ý°ÝÇØ! They say they tough cats, but they some Rugrats ¸ðµÎµé ÀڱⰡ °ÇÏ´Ù°í ÇÏÁö¸¸, ±×Àú RugratµéÀÏ»Ó *Rugrats - °«³¾Æ±â°¡ ÁÖÀΰøÀÎ ¸¸È I drop em off on the block, and make 'em punk packs ³ ±×µéÀ» °Å¸®¿¡ µ¥·Á´Ù³õ°í, ÁöÄ¡°Ô ¸¸µé¾î Owe me couple stacks, he tried to duck Pap ³»°Ô ºúÁø°Ô ÀÖ´Â ³à¼®, PapÀ» ÇÇÇÏ·Á°í Çß¾úÁö I sent a shot at his ass and told him duck that ³ ±×ÀÇ ¾ûµ¢ÀÌ¿¡ ÃÑÀ» ½î°í ÇÇÇØº¸¶ó°í ¸»Çß¾î -Chorus- x2 Ayo, bump that, bump this, stay high, what's this? Ayo, ¿ï·ÁºÁ, Å©°Ô Ʋ¾îºÁ, ±âºÐ ÁÁ°Ô, ÀÌ°Ô ¹¹¾ß? He broke, he rich, homie we-run-this ±×´Â °¡³ÇØ, ±×´Â ºÎÀÚ¾ß, ¿ì¸° ÀÌ°É À̲ø¾î°¡ It's a new era, your heart pumpin in fear »õ·Î¿î ½Ã´ë, ³× ½ÉÀåÀº µÎ·Á¿ò ¼Ó¿¡ ¶ÙÁö 2007, the god number is here! 2007, ½ÅÀÇ ¼ýÀÚ°¡ ¿©±â ¿Ô¾î! -Verse 2- The stronger I become, the more ya'll weaken, ³»°¡ ´õ °ÇØÁú¼ö·Ï, ³Ê³Ù ´õ ¾àÇØÁ® So when im in full power, you gon' be a weaklin. ±×·¡¼ ³»°¡ ÈûÀ» ¿ÏÀüÈ÷ ¹ßÈÖÇϸé, ³Ê³Ù ¾à°ñÀÌ µÅ If my heart still beatin' and my lungs still breathin, ¸¸¾à ³» ½ÉÀåÀÌ °è¼Ó ¶Ù°í ³» Æó°¡ °è¼Ó ¼ûÀ» ½¬°í My brains still thinking, ain't no of ya'll eatin', ³» ³ú°¡ °è¼Ó »ý°¢À» ÇÑ´Ù¸é, ³Ê³×µéÀº ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ¸ÔÁö ¸øÇØ Over my dead body, and my blood still bleedin'. ³»°¡ Á×±â Àü±îÁø, ³» ÇÇ´Â ¿©ÀüÈ÷ È帣Áö Ima.. rap rebel, clap with black medal, ³ª´Â.. ·¦ Çõ¸í°¡, °ËÀº ¸Þ´ÞÀ» µé°í °ø°ÝÇØ Look into my eyes, realise what Pap symbol, ³» ´«À» ºÁ, PapÀÌ ¹«¾ó »ó¡ÇÏ´ÂÁö ºÁºÁ Lies the wise, guy pride, is that visual? °ÅÁþ¸»°ú ÇöÀÚ, ³²ÀÚÀÇ ÀÚÁ¸½É, ±×°Ç ½Ã°¢ÀûÀÎ °Ç°¡? Nah, don't slap high 5, with you, high side guys, ¾Æ´Ï, ³Ê³× ³ôÀº ³ðµé°ú´Â ÇÏÀÌÆÄÀ̺ê´Â ¾È ÇØ, That's not my vibe, you just not my size, I cocked my nine, ±×°Ç ³» ½ºÅ¸ÀÏÀÌ ¾Æ´ÏÁö, »çÀÌÁî°¡ ´Ù¸£ÀݾÆ, ³ ±ÇÃÑÀ» ÀåÀüÇß¾î Cats got 9 lives, get shot 5 times I cock pistols, °í¾çÀÌ¿¡°Õ ¸ñ¼ûÀÌ ¾ÆÈ©°³, 5¹ø ÃÑ¿¡ ¸Â¾Æµµ ±ÇÃÑÀ» ÀåÀüÇØ Back and clap missles, black it's that simple µ¹¾Æ¿Í ¹Ì»çÀÏÀ» ½÷, À̺Á ±×·¸°Ô °£´ÜÇÑ °Å¶ó°í -Chorus- -Verse 3- Hate when cops keep printin' me, each of them bums. °æÂûµéÀÌ ³» Áö¹®À» ÂïÀ» ¶© ¾öû Â¥Áõ³ª, °Â³×µéÀº ¸ðµÎ °ÅÁöµé Feelin' up my index finger and squeezing my thumb. ³» Áý°Ô¼Õ°¡¶ôÀ¸·Î ´À³¢°í ³» ¾öÁö¸¦ ²Ë ÁãÁö Im lookin' at em hopin' he'll get it done. »óȲÀÌ ÇØ°áµÇ±â¸¦ ¹Ù¶ó¸é¼ ³ ±×µéÀ» ¹Ù¶óºÁ Them new finger printin' machines, in the precinct is dumb ¼±°Å±¸¿¡ »õ·Î¿î Áö¹® Âï±â ±â°è´Â ¹Ùº¸ °°Áö Through the speakers I come, with the weed of my lungs. ½ºÇÇÄ¿¸¦ ÅëÇØ ³»°¡ ´Ù°¡°¡, Æó ¼Ó¿¡ ¸¶¸®È³ª¸¦ ³ÖÀº ä You ever ran into your enemy, deep in the slums Ȥ½Ã ºó¹Î°¡ ±í¼÷È÷¼, Àû°ú ¸¶ÁÖÄ£ Àû ÀÖ¾î? They skeemin' on you, and you skeemin' on them, ±×µéÀº ³Ê¸¦ ³ë·Á, ³Êµµ ±×µéÀ» ³ë¸®°í Then you realize, nigga who you be with is one ±×¶§ ±ú´ÝÁö, ³Ê¿Í ÇÔ²² ÀÖ´Â ³à¼®Àº Hella of a big pussy, why you beefin' with son ¿ÏÀü °ÌÀïÀ̶õ °Í, ¿Ö ±×³ðµéÀ̶û ¾î¿ï·Á He keep tappin' you, tellin' you they reach for a gun ±×´Â °è¼Ó ³Î ºÒ·¯, ±×µéÀÌ ÃÑ¿¡ ¼ÕÀ» »¸°í ÀÖ´Ù¸é¼ But he lying, he just lookin' for a reason to run. ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±×´Â °ÅÁþ¸» Áß, ´ÜÁö µµ¸ÁÄ¥ ÀÌÀ¯¸¦ ã°í ÀÖÀ» »ÓÀÌ¾ß Ever catch you on the block, like you slinging some chums ¸¸¾à ´Ï°¡ ´©±¸ »æ ¶â°í ÀÖ´Ù°¡ ³ª¶û ¸¸³ª°Ô µÇ¸é I beat you like them African boys be beatin' them drums. ³ ¾ÆÇÁ¸®Ä«¿¡¼ ºÏÀ» Ä¡µí ³Î ÆÐÁÙ°Å¾ß Why would I start eatin' with them, and they starvin' ¿Ö ±×µéÇÏ°í ¹äÀ» ¸Ô°Ú¾î, ±×µéÀº ±¾ÁÖ·ÈÁö Might as well say I'm feedin' these bums Â÷¶ó¸® Àú °ÅÁöµéÀ» ¸Ô¿©»ì¸°´Ù°í ÇÏ´Â°Ô ³´Áö I don't like them niggas, I be talkin greasy to them ³ ±×³ðµéÀÌ ½È¾î, ±×·¡¼ ÇèÇÏ°Ô ¾ê±âÇÏÁö They say Pap a slick talker, that boy got grease on his tounge »ç¶÷µéÀº Pap°¡ ¸»À» Àß ÇÑ´Ù°í ÇÏÁö¸¸, ±×ÀÇ Çô´Â ³¯Ä«·Î¿ö I'm the real beast from the east, I'm not done ³ µ¿ºÎ Ãâ½Å ÁøÂ¥ Áü½Â, ¾ÆÁ÷ ³¡ÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï¾ß The most official spittin The swift musician, that's if you listen ÃÖ°ÀÇ °ø½ÄÀûÀÎ, Àçºü¸¥ ¹ÂÁö¼Ç, ¸¸¾à¿¡ µè°í ÀÖ´Ù¸é It's a simple mission If his crew missin', that's his decision ÀÌ°Ç °£´ÜÇÑ ¹Ì¼Ç, ¸¸¾à Å©·ç°¡ ¾ø´Ù¸é, ±×°Ç ±×ÀÇ ¼±Åà Cause my intuition, An inner vision is benefitin' ¿Ö³Ä¸é ³ªÀÇ Á÷°¨°ú ¸¾ ¼ÓÀÇ ´«Àº È®½ÇÈ÷ µµ¿òÀÌ µÇ´Ï±î All my men an women Who doin' bids in the mental prison ¸¶À½ ¼ÓÀÇ °¨¿Á¿¡¼ ¡¿ª»ìÀ̸¦ Çϰí ÀÖ´Â ¸ðµç ³²³àµé But if you wishin' to get the grippin' And since you trippin' ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¸¸¾à È帧À» Àâ°í ½Í´Ù¸é, Áö±ÝÀº Èûµå´Ï We gone blast till it's the endin, clash with quick collision ¿ì¸®°¡ ³¡³¯ ¶§±îÁö ÆøÆÄ½ÃÄÑÁÙ°Ô, ºü¸¥ Ãæµ¹ÀÌ ÀϾ Cut your from ear to ear, give incisions ³Î ÇÑÂÊ ±Í¿¡¼ ´Ù¸¥ ÂʱîÁö ±×¾î, »óó¸¦ ³²°Ü Eat your food like it's nutrition ¿µ¾ç»çó·³ ³× À½½ÄÀ» ¸ÔÁö Fuck up your wig, like sick morticians ³× ¸Ó¸± ¸ÁÃijö, ¸¶Ä¡ ¹ÌÄ£ ÀåÀÇ»çó·³ I can give you wisdom cuz it's tradition But if you dissin I can switch positions ³Ê¿¡°Ô ÁöÇý¸¦ ÁÙ ¼ö ÀÖÁö ÀÌ°Ç ÀüÅëÀ̾ß, ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¿åÀ» ÇҰŶó¸é À§Ä¡¸¦ ¹Ù²Ü°Ô Put missiles in him, with quick precision ±×³ð¿¡°Ô ¹Ì»çÀÏÀ» ¹Ú¾Æ, ºü¸¥ Á¤¹Ð¼ºÀ» °¡Áö°í I don't care if it's linen or If it's denim, I get the lemon, ¸®³ÙÀÌµç µ¥´ÔÀÌµç »ó°ü ¾ø¾î, ³»°Õ ·¹¸óÀÌ ÀÖ¾î Squeeze, hit em My enemies rip up, put venom in em ²Ë Â¥, °ø°ÝÇØ, ³» ÀûµéÀº Âõ°Ü, ±×µé¿¡°Ô µ¶À» ÁÖÀÔÇØ Lighly to hit the izzum °¡º±°Ô ÃÄÁÙ°Ô After I send you spinnin', find me back in the restaraunt readin the menu grinnin ³Ê¸¦ ÇÎÇÎ µ¹°Ô ¸¸µç ÈÄ, ³ ½Ä´ç¿¡¼ ¿ôÀ¸¸é¼ ¸Þ´º¸¦ Àаí ÀÖ°ÚÁö |
|
|
¡è |
prev [Killarmy]Wake Up |
¡é |
next [The Rolling Stones]Love in Vain |
Copyright ¨Ï
¹«·á¸µÅ©°Ô½ÃÆÇ ¿ì¶ßº¸µå ( wotoboard.com ) / skin by simple |

