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[Verse 1: 50Cent] From DR To DR DR¿¡¼ DR±îÁö Niggas know who we are ³ðµéÀº ¿ì¸®°¡ ´©±ºÁö ¾ËÁö They Know How We Do It ¿ì¸®°¡ ¾î¶»°Ô ÇÏ´ÂÁöµµ ¾ËÁö I'ts The Motha' Fuckin Unit ¹Ù·Î ºô¾î¸ÔÀ» Unit Push The Rock, Move It Yayo ¾àÀ» ÆÈ¾Æ, ¾î¼ ÇØ Yayo Stack Paper Like Maygo Maygoó·³ µ·À» ¸ð¾Æ Rap Tornadoe ·¦ ȸ¿À¸® Yeah We Fuck With Tego ±×·¡ ¿ì¸° Tego¿¡°Ô ´ýº He Don't Even Speak Spanish, He A Frod ±×³ð ½ºÆäÀξ Á¦´ë·Î ¸ø ÇÑ´Ù°í, »ç±â²ÛÀÌÁö He Don't Really Want Drama He A Prod µå¶ó¸¶¸¦ ¹úÀÌ°í ½ÍÁø ¾ÊÀ»°Å¾ß, ±×³ðÀº ÇÁ·Îµà¼(?) see that cannon over lard »ìµ¢ÀÌ À§·Î ¿Ã·ÁÁø ÃÑÀÌ º¸ÀÌÁö that nigga get that talkin' like god ±×³à¼® ½Åó·³ ¾ê±âÇÏ´Â °É ºÁ like, father forgive me for my sins N' ÀÌ·¯Áö, ¾Æ¹öÁö Á¦ Á˸¦ ¿ë¼ÇØÁֽðí Forgive me for my friends Á¦ Ä£±¸µéµµ ¿ë¼ÇØÁÖ¼Ò¼ Give Me One More Chance, I Will Not Loose Again ±âȸ¸¦ ÇÑ ¹ø¸¸ ´õ Áֽøé, ÁöÁö ¾Ê°Ú½À´Ï´Ù Why Fitty never loose, man he Always Win ±Ùµ¥ Fifty´Â ÁöÁú ¾Ê¾Æ, ±×´Â Ç×»ó ½Â¸®ÇØ It's Cause, the block ??????? You ¿Ö³Ä¸é, °Å¸®°¡ ???Çϱ⿡, ³Ê³× ¹Ùº¸µé Cocksucka I got to number ³»°¡ ¼ýÀÚ±îÁö ¼¼¾ß°Ú´Ï This could be your last summer ÀÌ°Ç ´Ï ¸¶Áö¸· ¿©¸§ÀÏ ¼ö ÀÖ¾î Come Around me (Mooooving) ³» ÁÖº¯À¸·Î ¿ÍºÁ (¿òÁ÷¿©) I Put A Hollow Thru Him (Hollow Thru Him) ³ ±×³ð¿¡°Ô ±¸¸ÛÀ» ¶Õ¾î (±¸¸ÛÀ» ¶Õ¾î) I'll Leave Your Body (Oooozing) ´Ï ¸öÀº ¹ö·ÁµÎ°í °¥°Ô (Çǰ¡ ³ª¿À´Â ä·Î) I Don't Know Who Confuse Them (Who Confuse Them) ´©°¡ ±×µéÀ» Çò°¥¸®°Ô Çß´ÂÁö ¸ð¸£°Ú¾î (Çò°¥¸®°Ô Çß´ÂÁö ¸ð¸£°Ú¾î) [Verse 2: Red Cafe] Listen Up Hustlers, I Treats them bricks µé¾îºÁ Ä£±¸µé, ³ ¾àÀ» ´Ù·ï Like the wheel of fortune, spin it that's why I'm rich ¸¶Ä¡ Wheel of Fortuneó·³, ¸¶±¸ ½á, ±×·¡¼ ³ ºÎÀÚ¾ß *Wheel of Fortune - ȸÀüÆÇÀ» µ¹·Á¼ ³ª¿À´Â ´ë·Î µ·À» µ¹·Á¹Þ°Å³ª ÀÒ°Ô µÇ´Â µµ¹Ú °ÔÀÓ. Sick, I Should Of Been in Saffer ºñÁ¤»ó, Â÷¶ó¸® saffer(?)¿¡ ÀÖ¾î¾ßÇßÁö But I'm numero uno trick draw four ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³ ³Ñ¹ö¿ø, ±ÇÃÑÀ» »Ì¾Æ (Hey) I wave at the hadies (ÇìÀÌ) ¿©Àڵ鿡°Ô ¼ÕÀ» Èçµé¾î They knoew it's me I Be wearing all the lazers ±×µéÀº ¿Â°® Ä¡ÀåÀ» ÇÑ °É º¸°í ³ª¸¦ ¾Ë¾ÆºÁ You Shakedown, We paper touch ³Í ¾²·¯Áø ³ð, ¿ì¸° µ·À» ¸¸Á® Ever since I came home and escape the cuffs Áý¿¡ ¿Í¼ ¼ö°©¿¡¼ ¹þ¾î³µÀ» ¶§ºÎÅÍ Cafe, Serving the east to the west (What Else) Cafe´Â, µ¿ºÎ¿¡¼ ¼ºÎ±îÁö ´Ù ²Ë ÀâÁö (¾Æ´Ï¸é ¹¹°Ú¾î) Got'em On E! Like Ryan Seacrest (What Else) ±×µé¿¡°Ô ¿¢½ºÅͽø¦ Áà! ¸¶Ä¡ Ryan Seacrestó·³ (¾Æ´Ï¸é ¹¹°Ú¾î) The Wire said keep the devil in the hole Wire´Â ¾Ç¸¶¸¦ ±¸¸Û ¼Ó¿¡ µÎ¶ó°í ÇßÁö But I'm the chef, my ceddle is never cold ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³ ¿ä¸®»ç, ³» Ã¥»ó(?)Àº Àý´ë ½ÄÁö ¾Ê¾Æ It's Whatever for the dough, whatever's on the floor ¾î·°Å³ª µ·À» À§ÇØ, ¹«´ë¿¡ ÀÖ´Â °Ç ¹¹µç Like I'm From Frisco, Just Tell Me When To Go ¸¶Ä¡ San Francisco Ãâ½ÅÀεíÀÌ, ¾ðÁ¦ °¡¾ßÇÒÁö¸¸ ¸»ÇØÁà Memorial Day In M.I.A ¸¶Àֹ̾̿¡¼ ¹úÀÌ´Â Memorial Day *Memorial Day - ¿ì¸®³ª¶óÀÇ ÇöÃæÀϰú °°Àº ¹Ì±¹ÀÇ ±â³äÀÏ. I Made It Hurricane Chris A Bay-Bay Hurrican Chris¸¦ A Bay-BayÇÏ°Ô ¸¸µç °Íµµ ³ª¾ß [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Coca baby, you know the streets we run this Coca º£À̺ñ, ±×·¡ ÀÌ °Å¸®´Â ¿ì¸®ÀÇ °ÍÀ̶ó´Â °É ¾ËÁö You niggas wanna talk crazy, till they catch at least a hundred, ³Ê³×µéÀº ¹ÌÄ£ ô ¾ê±â¸¦ ÇÏ·ÁÇØ, ±×·¯´Ù°¡ °á±¹ Àû¾îµµ 100¹ßÀ» OWWWWWWWWW! The internet say the beef gone digital ÀÎÅͳݿ¡¼´Â ½Î¿òÀÌ µðÁöÅÐȵǾú´ë Nah I'm in The Bronx like in the block with the criminals ¾Æ´Ï ³ ¾ÆÁ÷ Bronx °Å¸®¿¡¼ ¹üÁËÀÚµé°ú ÇÔ²² ÀÖ¾î Gat on the side but the Mac make him miserable ÇÑÂÊ¿¡´Â ±ÇÃÑ, ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±×¸¦ ºñÂüÇÏ°Ô ¸¸µå´Â °Ç ÀåÃÑ You niggas piss sittin down like my sister do ³Ê³×µéÀº ¿ÀÁÜÀ» ½Î¸é¼ ¾É¾Æ ¸¶Ä¡ ³» ¿©µ¿»ýó·³ A Bronx legend like Boy George and Chicken Boo ¸¶Ä¡ Boy George³ª Chicken Boo °°Àº BronxÀÇ Àü¼³ Them Damou's keep hollerin out that SOO WOO! Damou°¡ °è¼Ó SOO WOOÇÏ°í ¼Ò¸®¸¦ Áö¸£°Ô ÇÏÁö! Haters, leave 'em front of the bodega ÀÓ¸¶, ¿©±â ¾Õ¿¡¼ »¡¸® ºñÄÑ My nigga Arnold Schwartzenegger couldn't take us Arnold Schwartzenegeerµµ ¿ì¸®¸¦ ¸ø °¨´çÇØ I'm ready for war I'm callin 'em out ³ ÀüÀï Áغñ°¡ µÆ¾î, ±×µéÀ» ºÒ·¯ Where you at? Pulp Fiction red ball in his mouth ³Í ¾îµø¾î? Pulp Fiction, ÀÔ ¾È¿¡ »¡°£ °øÀ» Ãij־î I'm too real, Joe too ill ³ ³Ê¹« ¸ÚÁöÁö, Joe´Â ³Ê¹« ¹ÌÃÆÁö We run this suck wonder how Pun feel ÀÌ ¹Ùº¸µéÀ» µ¤ÃÄ, PunÀ̶ó¸é ¾î¶®À»Áö [Chorus: Latif (Red Cafe)] I don't know if your money right but a nigga like me got paper ´Ï µ·ÁÙÀÌ ±¦ÂúÀºÁö ¸ð¸£°ÚÁö¸¸ ³ª °°Àº ³à¼®Àº µ·ÀÌ ¸¹Áö I don't know what your money like but a nigga like me 'bout paper ´Ï ±ÝÀü »óŰ¡ ¾î¶²Áö ¸ð¸£°ÚÁö¸¸ ³ª °°Àº ³à¼®Àº µ·¿¡ ȯÀåÇÏÁö I'm 'bout paper, I'm 'bout paper(What else) ³ µ·¿¡ ȯÀåÇØ, ³ µ·¿¡ ȯÀåÇØ (¾Æ´Ï¸é ¹¹°Ú¾î) All my niggas gettin paper Ä£±¸µé ¸ðµÎ µ·À» ¹ú¾î We got paper, we got paper(Uh!) ¿ì¸° µ·ÀÌ ÀÖ¾î, ¿ì¸° µ·ÀÌ ÀÖ¾î (Uh!) All my hustlers got paper ³» °»½ºÅÍµé ¸ðµÎ µ·ÀÌ ÀÖ¾î [Verse 4: Jadakiss] HA-HAH! Yeah... Yo, if it look like a good write-off, I'm chargin it (uh-huh) Yo, °á¼Õ óºÐ °°Àº°Ô º¸À̸é, ³»°¡ ¿ä±ÝÀ» ¸Å°Ü (uh-huh) The Gucci napsack got a couple large in it (yep) Gucci ÇÚµå¹é¿¡ Å« ÁָӴϰ¡ ¸î °³ ÀÖ¾î (yep) The CD player got El Debarge in it (hah) CD Ç÷¹À̾ El Debarge°¡ ÀÖ¾î (hah) Laid back, while your girl's massagin it (woo!) ÆíÈ÷ ´©¿ö, ´Ï ¿©ÀÚ°¡ ¸¶»çÁö¸¦ ÇØÁÖ´Â µ¿¾È (woo!) I keep my loot saved, sell mad crack ³ µ·À» ¸ð¾Æ, ÄÚÄ«ÀÎÀ» ¸¶±¸ ÆÈ°í Other than that, stay in the crib and watch bootlegs (yep) ±× ¿Ü¿£ ±×³É, Áý¿¡¼ ºÎƲ·ºÀ» °¨»óÇÏÁö (yep) Polo robe on, Louis Vuitton cleathers Polo °¡¿î, Louis Vuitton ¾Ç¼¼»ç¸®(?) Thick R&B chick, gettin my Hov on (OH!) »§»§ÇÑ R&B ¿©ÀÚ, ½½½½ ¿òÁ÷À̱⠽ÃÀÛÇØ (OH!) Soon as we unwrap 'em, cuttin the stove on Æ÷ÀåÀ» ¶âÀÚ¸¶ÀÚ, ¿ÀºìÀ» ۰í Cook 'em, cut 'em, and bag 'em then I'm gettin my O's on ¿ä¸®Çϰí, ÀÚ¸£°í, ºÀÁö¿¡ ´ãÀº ´ÙÀ½ µ·À» ¸· ¹ú¾î I don't pay attention to internet bloggers (nah) ÀÎÅÍ³Ý ºí·Î°Åµé¿¡°Õ ½Å°æ ¾È ½á (ÀüÇô) I really get it in, with the murderers and robbers (yea) ³ ÁøÂ¥ »óȲ¿¡ ÅõÀÔµÅ, »ìÀÎÀÚ¿Í °µµµé°ú ÇÔ²² (yea) This is what a goon'll do ¹Ùº¸µéÀº ÀÌ·¯°ÚÁö Treat your gravesite like a urinal then YouTube your funeral (hahaha) ´Ï ¹¦Áö¸¦ ¼Òº¯±âó·³ ´Ù·é ÈÄ YouTube¿¡ ´Ï Àå·Ê½ÄÀ» ¿Ã·Á (ÇÏÇÏÇÏ) It's just Jada (yea), and I might see you in hell ³ Jada (yea), Áö¿Á¿¡¼ ³Î º¼ Áöµµ ¸ô¶ó Much later, but right now I'm a touch paper ÈξÀ ÈÄ¿¡ ¸»¾ß, ÇÏÁö¸¸ Áö±ÝÀº µ·¿¡ ¼ÕÀ» ´ë [Verse 5: Fabolous] Baby I touch paper, so much paper º£À̺ñ ³ µ·À» ¸¸Á®, Á¤¸» ¸¹¾Æ We can split it down the middle like dutch paper ¸¶Ä¡ ¸¶¸®È³ª Æ÷ÀåÁöó·³ 1´ë1·Î ³ª´²µµ µÅ And for real I don't even call it paper ±×¸®°í Á¤¸» ³ ±×°É µ·À̶ó°íµµ ¾È ÇØ I got money out the ass, so it's toilet paper ¾ûµ¢ÀÌ¿¡¼µµ µ·ÀÌ ³ª¿Í, ¸»ÇÏÀÚ¸é ÈÀåÁöÁö Shawty good money in the back area µÚÂÊ¿¡¼ µ· ¹ú Àå¼Ò°¡ ÀÖ´Ù°í Curve on a hip, make me wanna black berry ya ¾ûµ¢ÀÌÀÇ °î¼±, ºí·¢ º£¸®·Î ¸¸Á®ÁÖ°í ½Í±º And everybody talkin' duffle bag shit ¸ðµÎµé ´õÇÃ¹é ¾ê±â¸¦ ÇØ Only Paper in, is probably what they stuffed the bag with ¿ÀÁ÷ µ·¸¸, ±× °¡¹æ ¾È¿¡ ³Ö¾î¼ ´Ù´Ï°ÚÁö My swag fit like it's tailor made, yo ³» °Åµå¸§Àº ¸¶Ä¡ ¸ÂÃãÇüó·³ ¾î¿ï¸®°í New York love me, I Got a Tailor Made Flow ´º¿åÀº ³¯ »ç¶ûÇØ, ³ ¸ÂÃãÇü Ç÷ο찡 ÀÖ¾î Oh' Na I Ain't who to go hard with ¿À ¿½ÉÈ÷ ÇÒ Çʿ䵵 ¾ø¾î My young boy will do the job like the omar hit, SHIT ¾î¸° ³ðµéÀÌ Omar Hitó·³ ÀÏÀ» ÇØ³¾Å״ϱî, Á¨Àå [Chorus: Latif (Red Cafe)] I don't know if your money right but a nigga like me got paper ´Ï µ·ÁÙÀÌ ±¦ÂúÀºÁö ¸ð¸£°ÚÁö¸¸ ³ª °°Àº ³à¼®Àº µ·ÀÌ ¸¹Áö I don't know what your money like but a nigga like me 'bout paper ´Ï ±ÝÀü »óŰ¡ ¾î¶²Áö ¸ð¸£°ÚÁö¸¸ ³ª °°Àº ³à¼®Àº µ·¿¡ ȯÀåÇÏÁö I'm 'bout paper, I'm 'bout paper(What else) ³ µ·¿¡ ȯÀåÇØ, ³ µ·¿¡ ȯÀåÇØ (¾Æ´Ï¸é ¹¹°Ú¾î) All my niggas gettin paper Ä£±¸µé ¸ðµÎ µ·À» ¹ú¾î We got paper, we got paper(Uh!) ¿ì¸° µ·ÀÌ ÀÖ¾î, ¿ì¸° µ·ÀÌ ÀÖ¾î (Uh!) All my hustlers got paper ³» °»½ºÅÍµé ¸ðµÎ µ·ÀÌ ÀÖ¾î |
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