调：C minor
Verse 1
Verse 2
The Foul Mahdi!
Am
Life's a bitch - we open
her up like see- sections
Pour liquor on the asphalt
for my dogs restin'
It's foul sport - you get
iced with the Wesson
Pay attention - my nigga, learn a lesson
Rule one: never pull out guns
and don't bust 'em
Your dog can't look you in the eye,
don't trust 'I'm
Be the same niggas that'll
split you like dutches
Try to flame niggas when they
get you in they clutches
You talk like a gangsta,
walk like a gangsta
Watch for them haters - they
tryin' to get your paper
The streets is a foul thing, a wild thing
You wasn't locked in Sing Sing
- you just love to sting
How you a thug nigga - and
you scared of the bing?
I'ma tell y'all niggas one thing
(Ya heard me?)
You was hot 'til we dropped
and reduced your fever
Heir to this thug shit like
Julius Caesar
Verse 3
felony thugs,
forever on the run
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Where you eat food, snatch plate,
wherever drama come
Live by the gun, die by the gun
When it jump off - make it pop,
you be the only one
Live by the gun, die by the gun
In this game of life - play hard,
you only got one
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Verse 4
so why fear you?
That bullshit you throwin' at
me - I can't hear you
But what I throw back - something
that you can feel
Teflon emerge from steel - shit is real
A fishscale, verbally ill - no cut
Hip- hop nearly lost its form until I struck
Been rappin' since crack was
packed in tall capsules
Now I rock platinum chains
and ice statues
Guerrilla gat - combat rap - shit'll blast you
I cock back and squeeze - what
you fools gonna do?
Just a copy of Mahdi - graft
like Yacub
My niggas on 162
Makin' pie
P.R. savage, Lincoln Hall in Comstock
A flock of birds stash crib soon
as you touch ground
You know my homies gotta live,
yo burn it down
Verse 5
Chorus
Am
or some vegetables
While we escape with the
extraterrestrials
2- 5 embassy - now who next to lose?
Mahdi, Khadafi, your highness
will rule
Carnivorous thug - digest your food
It's like the Art of War
volume two
Underworld shit
Duct tape, kidnap rap, clap your girl shit
You got trees, then twirl it
My niggas 'url wit'
Iceberg velour suits and suede moccasins
Air niggas out - deprive
them of their oxygen
My raps - blowin' the world
off its axis
Ignitin' like matches - burnin' the
illest graphics
In Morocco in the drop with the top low
Me against the world - still I can't be stopped,
Am
though
My hoes like to ride on top and rock slow
Am
Chorus
Outro 1
Am
Am
Am
你觉得这首歌曲怎么样？
调音器E A D G B E
和弦Am G F#m
全球流行和弦
所有用户中最常弹奏的和弦和谱子