Symphony 2000

《Symphony 2000》是Various Artists演唱的歌曲,收錄於《Def Jam 25, Vol. 23 - Show And Prove》專輯中。

基本介紹

  • 外文名:Symphony 2000
  • 所屬專輯:Def Jam 25, Vol. 23 - Show And Prove
  • 歌曲原唱:Various Artists
  • 歌曲語言:英語
歌曲歌詞
Yeah Erick Sermon EPMD yeah check it
Redman Method Man Lady Luck Def Jam
Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
Hold me down hold me down
Yo I grab the mic and grip it hard like
It's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat slick talk slang New York
To break it down to straight English what the f**k you want
Remember me You punk faggot crab emcee
Get your sh*t broke in half for f**kin' around with P
Aiyyo strike two my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you look ni**a one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond rock Esco Fubu and Phat Fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on no doubt I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool no need for static I strap tools
Next up
Yo I believe that's me
Yo get on the mic and rock the symphony
Yo P time to rock the sound I got it reigns hot
Makin' necks snap back like a slingshot
E hustle and muscle my way in
Then tussle for days in on my own with guns blazin'
Not for the fun of it just for those who want me to run it
Then leave them like who done it
Sucka duck I do what I feel right now
When I spit the illest sh*t cats be like Wow
Yo I get looks when I'm in the place
That's that ni**a makin' you smile with Scarface
It ain't my fault that my style Silkk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swingin' M O P style
Next up
Yo yo it's Funk D O C
Yo you're on the mic to rock the symphony
Yo yo did you ever think you would catch a cap
Yo did you ever think you would get a slap
Yo did you ever think you would get robbed
At gunpoint stripped and thrown out the car
It's Funk Doc you know my name Hoe
My style dirty underground or Ukraine po
When it hits you pain pumps Kool-Aid
Through the vein and sh*t
Snatch the trap then I dash like Damon did
Doc walk thin red lines to shell shock
Hairlock with f**kin' broads in nail shops
Hydro Got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand Benz on my eight by ten picture
Papichu' slayin' crews in ICU
Battlin' usin' hockey rules
For Keith Murray Doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin' down like dice in Yahtzee fool
I Just do it like Nike outta 'Bama
With ten kids with hammers hooked to a camper
Yo next up
It's the G O D
Yo yo get on the mic for the symphony
Youth on the move payin' them dues nuttin' to lose
Huh street kids broken and bruised eyein' yo' jewels
Huh bad news barin' they souls through rhymin' blues
Hardcore to make them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel flip you heads over heel
Smell the daffodils from the lyric overkill
Feelin' like the mack inside a Cadillac Seville
Too ill on cuts the Barber of Seville figaro
The sky is fallin' Geronimo
I feel my high comin' down lookout below
Aiyyo dead that roach clip and spark another
Chickenhawks playin' theyselves like Parker Brothers
I rock for the low-class from Locash
The broke-assed even rock for trailer park trash
Yeah yeah the God on your block like Godzilla
Yeah yeah she gave away my p**sy I'ma kill her
John John phenomenon in Japan they call me Ichiban
Wu-Tang Clan numba won
In the whole nine I hold mine
Keep playin' with it kid you might go blind jerkoff
F**k them A K A for now it's just Meth
That's it that's all solo single no more no less
Next up
I believe that's me
Bastard
Get on the mic and rock the symphony
Mrs Stop Drop and Roll rocks top the told
Hot even though dames is froze
Pop close range at foes and blaze them hoes
Leave 'em with they brains exposed and stains on clothes
Y'all better change your flows hear how Luck spittin'
Stay drunk-pissed in the S-Type stay whippin'
When the guns spittin' duck or get hittin'
It's written we in the game but ball different
Point game like Jordan y'all play the role of Pippen
Style switchin' like tight a** after stickin'
Man listen stop your cryin' and your bitchin'
Like E and P's last CD you're out of business
Then leave them like who done it
Sucka duck I do what I feel right now
When I spit the illest sh*t cats be like Wow
Yo I get looks when I'm in the place
That's that ni**a makin' you smile with Scarface
It ain't my fault that my style Silkk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swingin' M O P style
Next up
Yo yo it's Funk D O C
Yo you're on the mic to rock the symphony
Yo yo did you ever think you would catch a cap
Yo did you ever think you would get a slap
Yo did you ever think you would get robbed
At gunpoint stripped and thrown out the car
It's Funk Doc you know my name Hoe
My style dirty underground or Ukraine po
When it hits you pain pumps Kool-Aid
Through the vein and sh*t
Snatch the trap then I dash like Damon did
Doc walk thin red lines to shell shock
Hairlock with f**kin' broads in nail shops
Hydro Got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand Benz on my eight by ten picture
Papichu' slayin' crews in ICU
Battlin' usin' hockey rules
For Keith Murray Doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin' down like dice in Yahtzee fool
I Just do it like Nike outta 'Bama
With ten kids with hammers hooked to a camper
Yo next up
It's the G O D
Yo yo get on the mic for the symphony
Youth on the move payin' them dues nuttin' to lose
Huh street kids broken and bruised eyein' yo' jewels
Huh bad news barin' they souls through rhymin' blues
Hardcore to make them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel flip you heads over heel
Smell the daffodils from the lyric overkill
Feelin' like the mack inside a Cadillac Seville
Too ill on cuts the Barber of Seville figaro
The sky is fallin' Geronimo
I feel my high comin' down lookout below
Aiyyo dead that roach clip and spark another
Chickenhawks playin' theyselves like Parker Brothers
I rock for the low-class from Locash
The broke-assed even rock for trailer park trash
Yeah yeah the God on your block like Godzilla
Yeah yeah she gave away my p**sy I'ma kill her
John John phenomenon in Japan they call me Ichiban
Wu-Tang Clan numba won
In the whole nine I hold mine
Keep playin' with it kid you might go blind jerkoff
F**k them A K A for now it's just Meth
That's it that's all solo single no more no less
Next up
I believe that's me
Bastard
Get on the mic and rock the symphony
Mrs Stop Drop and Roll rocks top the told
Hot even though dames is froze
Pop close range at foes and blaze them hoes
Leave 'em with they brains exposed and stains on clothes
Y'all better change your flows hear how Luck spittin'
Stay drunk-pissed in the S-Type stay whippin'
When the guns spittin' duck or get hittin'
It's written we in the game but ball different
Point game like Jordan y'all play the role of Pippen
Style switchin' like tight a** after stickin'
Man listen stop your cryin' and your bitchin'
Like E and P's last CD you're out of business

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