Mellowは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2002年9月26日にYun-Gun Productionsによりリリースされました16 Shots Bloc 2 Bloc
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歌詞
Can you hear that, feel that
Murderous tendencies in the breeze?
Ghetto life's twice as trife
But still we survive
Open my eyes to the sound of gunfire
See the sparks and the flames
.45 Barkin' untamed
Make me wanna get out the game
Talk about that drama with no body armor
Runnin' loose in the hood
Get on my knees
'Cause all I ever knew were the streets
Lingo, walk and talk 'cause the game is provocative
Get writer's block for tryna talk about some shit that's positive
Not sayin' I'm negative, but that shit's irrelevant
I spit it, you get what you get by understandin' metaphysics
We cannot coexist, so legislate that
Until you free my brothers and sisters
And give 'em back what you snatched
Stole the souls of many, but I'm not the judge of men
I pick up a pen and shed light to bring these words to life
And that's enough, I know I got a voice to the mighty
So when I speak in my tongue
It ain't about females gettin' sprung
Do somethin' right to get my soul out the ghetto
'Cause I can hear the reaper walkin', he's quiet and mellow
It would take forever to break this game down to dust
Not rushin' my discussion even though the game is lust
Valuable information for the pimps and the players
Lay it down in your hood, turnin' OG's to mayors
Quiet city streets lit up but they creep in the shadows
Death quiet as kept, nonetheless from the press
If I die today I wanna remember my drama
Struggle for struggle, hit 'em harder when I remember my mama
Schematical game designed by the gods in the skybox
Roll through the strip late night and throw my P in your box
Alright Felix, thank you
Meantime, police are looking for a suspect and a motive
In the third murder in Salinas in just two weeks
He was just sitting in his car
When someone walked up to him and shot him several times
In the chest and the head
Police say the shooting does not appear to be gang-related
But they do say it does appear to be an assassination of some sort
Can you hear that, feel that
Murderous tendencies in the breeze?
Ghetto life's twice as trife
But still we survive
Open my eyes to the sound of gunfire
See the sparks and the flames
.45 Barkin' untamed
Make me wanna get out the game
Can you hear that, feel that
Murderous tendencies in the breeze?
Ghetto life's twice as trife
But still we survive
Open my eyes to the sound of gunfire
See the sparks and the flames
.45 Barkin' untamed
Make me wanna get out the game
I tried to tell him but he didn't listen to probable cause
Walkin' around with a strap in his drawers, got caught by them laws
Tryna holler "Gangsta, gangsta"
What you burnin' out your name for?
Tattoos and bad 'do's, now police don't even have to ask you
Section 8 and incarcerated by the system
Movin' to the rhythm and only open to the information given
The tie that binds is the tie you can't break
Earthquakes in killa Cali are the chances we take
The cost of high living, sick and it's accident prone
Turn on the news, a family of five gets took out by a drink and drive
I heard a little homie took a bullet to the dome
Took his own life in his hands
Stretched out the game with no plan
That's what I'm talkin' about, find a solution to all this drama
'Cause the head trauma's contagious like plague to the middle ages
Like animals in cages, either cuffs, strap, chain or the penitentiary
So many **** in the cemetery, and why not the library?
He's stalkin', walkin', creepin' like a spider called tarantula
I'm tryna touch that candy, cut on D's before I'm givin' up
No easin' up, no ante-ups
But then I heard the cannon blast
I thank my lucky stars that he missed
Destruction
Can you hear that, feel that
Murderous tendencies in the breeze?
Murder
Destruction
Can you hear that, feel that
Murderous tendencies in the breeze?
Ghetto life's twice as trife
But still we survive
Open my eyes to the sound of gunfire
See the sparks and the flames
.45 Barkin' untamed
Make me wanna get out the game
Written by: Charles Howard, Tavare M Harris
