[00:00.000] 作曲 : Robert Rihmeek[00:00.303]the summer night can even turn old[00:02.451]and in the streets of Philly where n***as don't even get turn old[00:05.361]my heart pumping till it turn gold[00:07.470]you n***as stuck in neutral,i'm ridin' like,"**** it,it's a long road"[00:10.803]shit,i'm the one,I'm like the lost soul[00:12.919]in the middle of heaven and hell,see n***as,only gods knows[00:16.119]when your time gon' come[00:17.541]and you eyes roll straight to the back[00:19.597]now you seeing all black[00:21.106]that MAC go lean and that nine go crack[00:23.680]this that murder murder music to rewind you back[00:26.450]put that Ruger all up to u,watch your mind go splat[00:29.032]all over the wall,n***a,all over that raw[00:31.640]it's the same old Meek,still the same OG[00:34.357]got that crack music,listen,let your brain OD[00:36.868]i be playing low key[00:38.351]me and one of my n***as[00:39.706]riding through the city,plotting on some of the n***as[00:42.177]that be thinking they gon' get me[00:43.642]i'm run to you n***as[00:44.822]and that's a couple dead bodies for a couple of n***as[00:47.438]G'yeah,monster,sitting like a monster[00:50.566]revolver on my lap,barrel full of Black Talons[00:53.317]i lick it at your squadron,roll up,like,"hold up"[00:56.034]start spitting while I'm driving[00:57.090]peel off then roll up,you n***as better slow up[00:59.818]before you bang the **** out[01:01.331]i aim,let it flame,blow your brains all the **** out[01:03.947]all over your shirt,since a youngin' I was buck wild[01:06.609]all up in the dirt,ma screaming:"get the **** out!"[01:09.304]North where I was raised at,South Philly,I played that[01:12.075]where I'm around I hold it down like a wave cap[01:14.649]yeah,my n***as stay strapped[01:15.945]blaze and I'm blaze back[01:17.400]all over that York,get your mother****in' egg cracked[01:20.032]North side of Berks Street and South side of eight ballet[01:22.736]posted by the green gate,cops come,we scrape on'em[01:25.442]niggas dropping tapes on'em[01:26.681]trying get us locked down[01:27.996]snutchin' to the district,that's enough to get ya chopped down[01:30.659]that nine parabellum,**** around and get a nigga momma cerebellum[01:34.495]they ain't riding,man they tellin'[01:35.740]I be sliding with a seven,all Titanic[01:38.462]big boy sound,jump around when I'm flamin' him[01:41.174]me,I play my role,gettin' hoes like I'm chamberlain[01:43.957]same one you kissed,same one that give me cranium[01:46.670]every time I touch a gun,all I hear is,"damirn"[01:49.254]tryna pipe me up to rock a nigga like……