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NO DAYS OFF 歌詞
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G-Unit
- 2008.6.27 リリース
- 作詞
- BERNARD MARVIN , JACKSON CURTIS JAMES , LLOYD CHRISTOPHER CHARLES
- 作曲
- MASSOULIER JEAN CLAUDE , POPP ANDRE CHARLES JEAN
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- ダークモード
(Hook - Lloyd Banks)
I came to get somethin', I ain't worried about nuttin'
Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin'
Strap like it's eagle, ridin' round bumpin'
If you can't beat em, don't join em, jump em, f**k em
(Chorus - 50 Cent)
I never liked these nig**s anyway
They can drop dead, fall off a building today
Nobody gon miss you anyway
No days off, keep the pistol every day
(Verse 1 - 50 Cent)
I got the burner burn up, come to burn I'll burn ya
Revolver turn ya, call it murda murda
I ain't smilin', I ain't smirkin', I ain't muthaf**kin' jokin'
See if you think somethin' sweet when your head open
Gross me, false me, go head, line me up
I found where you rest at, what you grimey fo'
I'll be out front your raggety ass crib on the steak out
With a pound two clips and Chinese take-out
You make it rain, I make a lead-shower
You say your prayers you in your last hour
I'll have you pushin' up daisies, the coke dump crazy
The chumps amaze me, the wolves they weighs me
You don't like it, spray me
(Hook)
(Chorus)
(Verse 2 - Tony Yayo)
This is that face down on the floor, ski-mask shit
If I fall off, I rebound quick like Greg Oden
Tony Yay' I be holdin' German miles on my hip cuz my wrist be frozen
How do these rappers claim blogged and they books is closed
How do these rappers claim cars and they gun don't smoke
I catch a nig** on his death-bed, I ripped the IV out this arm
And jumped and knocked his prop
Gots the yellow Enzo with the Dalvine's on
And my bulletproof hat, who you stylin' on
When the sun is gone, and the wolves come out
You coward ass nig**s, bring your jewelry out
(Hook)
(Chorus)
(Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks)
You may have to bring that, ain't nobody drippin' shit
Nig**s is hungry, I ain't nobody chicken
I think his screws missin', I'm pimpin', I'm limpin'
Nice with the dice, deuce deuce six'n
We got our game changed, it's bad for the system
Nig**s on game shows, two dudes kissin' (eww)
Listen we not the same, we not for fame
If this industry's punked out, we not to blame
These nig**s been privileged raided for so long
If they can make it rain, I can make it storm
Just makin' a scene, but I can make em calm
I just got an envy, that'll break a horn
(Hook)
(Chorus)
I came to get somethin', I ain't worried about nuttin'
Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin'
Strap like it's eagle, ridin' round bumpin'
If you can't beat em, don't join em, jump em, f**k em
(Chorus - 50 Cent)
I never liked these nig**s anyway
They can drop dead, fall off a building today
Nobody gon miss you anyway
No days off, keep the pistol every day
(Verse 1 - 50 Cent)
I got the burner burn up, come to burn I'll burn ya
Revolver turn ya, call it murda murda
I ain't smilin', I ain't smirkin', I ain't muthaf**kin' jokin'
See if you think somethin' sweet when your head open
Gross me, false me, go head, line me up
I found where you rest at, what you grimey fo'
I'll be out front your raggety ass crib on the steak out
With a pound two clips and Chinese take-out
You make it rain, I make a lead-shower
You say your prayers you in your last hour
I'll have you pushin' up daisies, the coke dump crazy
The chumps amaze me, the wolves they weighs me
You don't like it, spray me
(Hook)
(Chorus)
(Verse 2 - Tony Yayo)
This is that face down on the floor, ski-mask shit
If I fall off, I rebound quick like Greg Oden
Tony Yay' I be holdin' German miles on my hip cuz my wrist be frozen
How do these rappers claim blogged and they books is closed
How do these rappers claim cars and they gun don't smoke
I catch a nig** on his death-bed, I ripped the IV out this arm
And jumped and knocked his prop
Gots the yellow Enzo with the Dalvine's on
And my bulletproof hat, who you stylin' on
When the sun is gone, and the wolves come out
You coward ass nig**s, bring your jewelry out
(Hook)
(Chorus)
(Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks)
You may have to bring that, ain't nobody drippin' shit
Nig**s is hungry, I ain't nobody chicken
I think his screws missin', I'm pimpin', I'm limpin'
Nice with the dice, deuce deuce six'n
We got our game changed, it's bad for the system
Nig**s on game shows, two dudes kissin' (eww)
Listen we not the same, we not for fame
If this industry's punked out, we not to blame
These nig**s been privileged raided for so long
If they can make it rain, I can make it storm
Just makin' a scene, but I can make em calm
I just got an envy, that'll break a horn
(Hook)
(Chorus)
