The Warriors (feat. Slaughterhouse)-Joell Ortiz/Royce Da 5'9"

[00:00.000] 作词 : Royce Da 5'9" [00:00.085] 作曲 : Royce Da 5'9" [00:00.170][Intro:] [00:00.614]Check the scene, pappas [00:05.943]Slaughterhouse, still standin [00:09.653]There was a murder last night [00:11.873]and the shit didn't really sit right with me [00:14.851]So I had to tell a story [00:17.333]Ohhhhhhhhh baby! [00:20.676]Blood on the walls, {?} [00:22.453][Joe Budden] [00:22.818]America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years [00:25.953]Hip-Hop's only shining star in the night's air [00:28.827]Right here, don't fight fair, what I write yeah [00:31.491]Might there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair [00:34.391]I been where you tryin to be, I'm already hot [00:37.238]All about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock [00:40.164]They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock [00:43.116]Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock [00:46.015]I'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady plot [00:48.732]John Wilkes the Booth like when he dead aimed his nezzie shot [00:51.762]You listenin to hip-hop's finest [00:54.662]You rewind this, Slaughterhouse behind this [00:57.796][Joell Ortiz] [00:57.979]I like rap, this shit is cool, I'm better than mad niggaz [01:00.330]But I'm just as good a crack pitcher as a pad ripper [01:03.360]I say that to say this [01:04.902]Don't let mad liquor turn me to a bodybag zipper and not a ad-libber [01:08.846]Couple joints ago I was right on that ave wit'cha [01:11.850]Mad bigger than the cats David Tyree had last winter [01:14.593]I'm not a made-up character [01:16.892]That's a Puerto Rican Brooklynite with two kids y'all see in them mag pictures [01:20.601]And however I gotta feed 'em I will [01:22.691]All they ever gon' need in life is just, me and my will [01:25.538]Interfere with that it's gon' be more than a beat that I kill [01:28.203]Disrespect with an indirect and you will see if I'm real [01:31.364][Crooked I] [01:31.625]**** you blood-suckin parasites [01:33.401]I'm bringin the terror right in front of your parents' sight [01:36.170]You parents' eyes, and yeah I wear a pair of pipes [01:39.279]I wear 'em like Sega like on a pair of thighs [01:41.969]I'm Eric Wright, I'm (Ruthless), I terrorize [01:44.817]You'll either perish or be paralyzed; I'm a thousand degrees Fahrenheit [01:48.970]I'm even keepin them heaters when we perform [01:51.530]On stage rockin like we from Korn, the people roar [01:54.221]What they don't know it's a secret war [01:57.773]inside of a rider I'm seekin revenge on the world for bein born! [02:00.177]And the desert eagle is "mi amor" [02:02.606]She'll **** you to death, blow your brains, either or cause she a whore [02:06.185][Royce Da 5'9"] [02:06.681]Allow me to reassure your stripe's worthless [02:09.084]Like a pair of Diadora's when it leaves the Adidas store [02:11.801]Don't be comparin us to rappers [02:13.969]Compare us to the Arabs, this a terrorist attack, uh - BOOM! [02:17.052]Lord have mercy, we here to destroy EVERY-thing [02:20.291]You niggaz is butter in front a ****IN machete swing [02:23.373]Mother****er I'm fly, I ain't no scary goon [02:26.325]Try me and I guarantee you I'ma see you very soon [02:29.329]Leave a nigga ass out like Prince, take his bitch [02:32.203]Put my (Graffiti Bridge) right (Under Her Cherry Moon) (woo!) [02:35.050]We notorious, pushin them Porsches [02:37.532]Y'all niggaz the orphans; US, we the warriors [02:40.562][Interlude: unknown woman] [02:40.980]Ohhhhh, wait a minute papis [02:44.663]Royce, slow down baby [02:45.996][Joe Budden] [02:46.492]This rap shit is a workout on my legs (why?) [02:48.921]A nigga goin hard on his bike but two million dudes is jumpin on the pegs [02:51.690]They know when that raw shit get recorded [02:53.858]Either let your speakers enforce it or lay down in a moshpit [02:57.751]Of course it's the bosses, actin like officers [03:00.598]Runnin in these corporate offices [03:02.949]Hungry lookin for a four-course dish no matter what the cost is [03:05.953]Like the world's lawless so we don't know what remorse is [03:09.192]Cause the V need like a thousand horses [03:12.040]Slaughterhouse hoodie on, that's my new couture shit [03:15.070]It's Jumpoff! He be the best [03:17.473]Computers rank me number 1, blame the BCS [03:20.477]It's they fault nigga [03:21.888][Joell Ortiz] [03:22.201]Ask about your boy, I'm nice with my hands [03:23.377]Maybe that's why, every last thing I write is a jam [03:25.911]Minus the fans, the flights to Japan, I am the man [03:28.340]Anyone who feel they could see me is in dire need of a eye exam [03:32.049]My mind expands wider than the fanbase of a fire band [03:35.471]And what I release from my diaphragm [03:37.613]sticks to you, like the wrists of Spiderman [03:39.651]Fool a average listeners what you liars can do but you will die a scam [03:43.491]When I die they will retire my entire hand [03:46.443]for years of scripted whoop-ass, makin intruders try a can [03:49.395]I guess the moral of the story is Joell's victorious [03:52.320]And e'rything's all gravy like Notorious [03:54.828][Crooked I] [03:54.985]I left a nigga dead cause he said he was ready for I [03:56.944]Let the Beretta give him wings since he said he was fly [03:59.948]I'm in my Chevy ridin to "Bar Exam" and "Mood Muzik" [04:03.396]They the closest to "Reasonable Doubt" and "Ready to Die" [04:05.669]Crooked I, watch for snitches and wire devices [04:08.856]My fo'-fifth, fire in crisis, lift you higher than prices [04:11.860]All my ice, and on the mic, I am the nicest [04:14.524]Me and my bitch ride for life like Osirus and Isis [04:17.685]Yeah, word to Run-D.M.C. I'm (Tougher Than Leather-face) [04:20.689]Never threw a gun in the trash but they call me Weapon Waist [04:23.720]It's like you movin from the projects to the Hamptons [04:26.489]The way my hammers be sendin bastards to a better place [04:29.571][Royce Da 5'9"] [04:29.728]Let me set it straight, they fans been led astray [04:32.131]Niggaz keep gassin with guns with unleaded spray [04:34.978]They don't know they one flow, one medic away [04:38.139]From bein taken away from here in the leaded state [04:40.830]I handle all of my serious issues with metal [04:43.520]I stick you so deep in the earth your zipper can tickle the devil [04:46.342]I'm skippin the pick and the shovel [04:48.327]I'm pickin you up and I'm shovin your head in the mud until your kickings is level [04:52.193]Pardon I live for the moment, you rhymin I give the atonement [04:55.354]like the Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent (yeah) [04:58.123]But I'm a chief, matter fact I'm a BEAST [05:00.500]I'm a mother****in Slaughterhouse G [05:02.825]BOOM!