[00:00.00] 作词 : Jean Claude Olivier/James Todd Smith/James Brown/Lyn Collins[00:01.00] 作曲 : Jean Claude Olivier/James Todd Smith/James Brown/Lyn Collins[00:02.54]Ha![00:05.03]Yeah, L.O.D[00:09.82]Keith Murray, Def Squad[00:14.18]Mister, mister, mister, Mister Smith[00:18.00]You want a hit?[00:21.56]Give me a hour plus a pen and a pad[00:25.22]I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents[00:27.88]And let my b***s hang like I'm on a toilet taking a shit[00:30.52]My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip[00:33.94]F**k all that sensuous shit[00:36.03]I represent intellectual violence[00:38.72]And leave your clique holier than the Ten Commandments[00:41.62]Like Redman, I shift with the ruck[00:44.15]If your if was a spliff, we'd be all f**ked up (Word up)[00:46.99]No need to ask you who is he, son I get busy[00:49.52]Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard on many rough cities[00:52.54](Chicago, LA, any of 'em) I'll have to Norman Bate you[00:55.12]I love ta hate you cause you's a freak by nature[00:58.17]Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya[01:00.52]Drink your style down straight with no chaser[01:03.85]My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back[01:06.20]As soon as one of you niggas try to over react[01:09.03]The L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp[01:12.27]Break your concentration, murder your camp[01:14.31]For the jealous, overzealous, we fellas[01:17.54]Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis[01:20.42]Niggas coming through and acting wild[01:22.63]Y'all commercial niggas better have a coke and a smile[01:25.55]I shot ya![01:26.50]I conversate with many men, it's time to begin again[01:29.22]Forgot what I already knew, ayo, you hear me friend?[01:31.60]Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body[01:34.42]Secret society, trying to keep they eye on me[01:36.95]But I'ma stay incogni', in places they can't find me[01:40.62]Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D[01:42.90]It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player[01:45.73]I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker[01:48.36]While you wondered what we saying on the records real[01:50.80]Yeah, you mothaf**kin' right kid you know the deal[01:53.46]My Mobb is Infamous just like the f**kin' title read[01:56.21]You get back slapped so hard, make ya nose bleed[01:58.96]Some def kids feeling guilty 'bout the space shit[02:01.97]The truth hurts baby girl so just face it (alright)[02:04.31]But anyway, back on the real side of things[02:06.92]My niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings[02:09.62]Not only is it inside the songs that we sing[02:12.42]Everything is real not just a song that we sing[02:15.21]From my life to the paper, very accurately[02:17.95]Give you all of my two so maybe you can three[02:20.61]Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E[02:23.30]My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea[02:26.15]How dare you ever in your life walk past me[02:28.86]Without acknowledging this man as G-O-D. I shot you f****t ass[02:31.31]Now who the f**k you think you talking to[02:33.03]I pay dues, I spray crews[02:34.57]Look, I'm Joey Crack, motherf**kers be like, "He's bad news"[02:37.47]Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego[02:40.01]Slaughtering people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico[02:43.11]I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer[02:46.33]These b***h-ass niggas know we stronger[02:48.33]Than these weaklings, seeking for respect that ain't there[02:50.94]Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air[02:53.79]Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties[02:56.50]While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi[02:59.65]Call the ambulette, this man's wet[03:02.11]Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette[03:04.85]Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral[03:07.56]Ready to spatter at any ad out that wants to quarrel[03:10.62]These feds want me for some tax evasion[03:12.88]Mad at the fact that somebody's getting lucci that's not Caucasian[03:15.89]Bullets be blazing through these streets filled with torture[03:18.67]Joey Crack a.k.a. Keyser Soze[03:21.26]Thug niggas give they minks to chinks, tore down[03:23.75]We sip drinks, rockin' minks, flashin' rings and things[03:26.60]Frontin' hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin'[03:29.35]Doin' my thing, fly nigga, you a Scarface king[03:32.03]B*****s grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggas for they cheddar[03:35.04]F**k it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers[03:37.60]Flossin' rocks like the size of Fort Knox[03:39.80]Four carats, the ice rocks, p***y bangin' like Versace locs pops[03:43.28]Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks[03:45.62]I'm sexin' raw dog without protection, disease infested, uh![03:49.30]Italiano got the Lucciano[03:51.39]I gets down, f**kin' with Brown Fox, extra keys to the drop[03:54.87]Boo, I'm jingling, baby[03:56.27]I got crazy Dominicans who pay me to lay low, I play slow[04:00.00]Roll with The Firm, Mafioso crime kingpin[04:03.15]It all real nigga, what the deal? I shot ya[04:06.12]What the f**k, I thought I conquered the world?[04:08.21]Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl[04:10.88]But still, niggas want to instigate shit[04:13.74]I'll battle any nigga in the rap game quick[04:16.64]Name the spot, I make it hot for you b*****s[04:19.43]Female rappers too, I don't give a f**k, boo[04:22.38]Word, I'm here to crush all my peers[04:24.88]Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years[04:27.56]Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state[04:30.30]I use my presidential Rolex to be the bait[04:33.05]Niggas fight, Glock cocked, ya temple gets f**ked[04:35.79]MCs that f**k with LL, they gets bucked[04:38.48]That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?[04:41.32]Light shit, niggas slip, now how the bullet feel?[04:43.97]New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang[04:46.73]But if you touch a mic, your motherf**kin ass hang[04:49.47]That's facts, niggas don't receive no type of slack[04:52.38]'Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin' back[04:54.97]Not this time, but next time, I'ma name names[04:57.77]LL, shitting from on top of the game[05:00.09]I shot ya!