制作

出演艺人
Big Rube
Big Rube
声乐
G-Rock
G-Rock
声乐
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
编程
Mike Hartnett
Mike Hartnett
吉他
Aaron Mills
Aaron Mills
低音吉他
Sleepy Brown
Sleepy Brown
键盘
Dave Robbins
Dave Robbins
弦乐
Nivea
Nivea
伴唱
Chimere
Chimere
伴唱
Jacasta
Jacasta
伴唱
CeeLo Green
CeeLo Green
声乐
Jimmy Brown
Jimmy Brown
圆号部分
作曲和作词
Rico Wade
Rico Wade
词曲作者
Ray Murray
Ray Murray
词曲作者
Patrick Brown
Patrick Brown
词曲作者
Thomas Callaway
Thomas Callaway
词曲作者
Greg Martin
Greg Martin
词曲作者
Ruben Bailey
Ruben Bailey
词曲作者
制作和工程
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
制作人
Ben H. Allen
Ben H. Allen
录音工程师
Sean "Shyboy" Davis
Sean "Shyboy" Davis
录音工程师
John Frye
John Frye
混音工程师
Warren Bletcher
Warren Bletcher
助理混音工程师
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
母带工程师

歌词

[Intro]
It's the real (It's the real)
Hip-hop (Hip-Hop), hey-hey (Hey-hey)
[Verse 1]
As I lay motionless, wondering why we so emotionally emotionless (Scrap metal)
My focus is not to be the brunt of the joke in this (Scrap metal)
Still played, I'm not a toy
You real afraid, so I'm still a boy (Something for you haters)
But is my soul this? (Something for you haters)
Seen many-a solstices and plenty equinoxes
Some, if any, think we equal not 'cause God does, but 'cause laws force them
But what are laws if you don't enforce 'em?
Unless you get it on tape
It's more suspense and mystery than a Presidio tape
Investigation more cartoon than a kid video tape
It's civil liberties rape in Statue of Liberty shape
American offense make you watch for the head fake
Well, down with Sam, I ain't
Three seconds in this paint will make any outside shooter faint
Wait for you to blink
So when you wake up and can't wake up, you know exactly who to thank
[Chorus]
Oh, yes, I'm sure, yes, I'm sure, I don't care anymore
Anything, anywhere, anytime, any place
Let's do this shit and get it over with
I'll run a box cutter 'cross your face
I got **** here, I got **** there
Ready to get down if I make the call
I don't give a fuck if your problem is big or small
Almost instantly I could say fuck it all, man, fuck it all
[Verse 2]
Having dealings with skill (My skill), kill if I have to kill (Kill)
Buck, dead 'em in your grill, yeah, fuck **** for real
With a posse, I'm standin' alone, me and my nina, all-chrome
Buckin' straight at your dome, ain't stoppin' 'til the bullets gone
No, never cross no killer, lay no shit 'round no stealer
Mine, touch it, my ****, I'll kill ya and Jesus can't even hear ya
Thrill ya like Michael Jackson, acting when the time for action
Chamdon clique out my back and Cee-Lo, he strapped with a MAC-10
[Chorus]
Oh, yes, I'm sure, yes, I'm sure, I don't care anymore
Anything, anywhere, anytime, any place
Let's do this shit and get it over with
I'll run a box cutter 'cross your face
I got **** here, I got **** there
Ready to get down if I make the call
I don't give a fuck if your problem is big or small
Almost instantly I could say fuck it all, man, fuck it all
[PostChorus]
Something for y'all haters (And imitators)
Something for y'all haters (And perpetrators)
It's the real (It's the real)
Hip-hop (Hip-hop), hey-hey (Hey-hey)
Something for y'all haters (And imitators)
Something for y'all haters (And perpetrators)
It's the real (It's the real)
Hip-hop (Hip-hop), hey-hey (Hey-hey)
[Verse 3]
See my words would be believable, believable but brief
I would even show you my teeth
You wouldn't even know that you had any beef
But, actually, I'm angry about it and I haven't had any sleep
Because of one little disrespect, it ultimately do the domino effect
Boy, don't you know that I could sit with my back to you
And still have my gat to you, so natural
Close my eyes and breathe in, do that to you
And as far as anyone that's after you, huh
The same goes for anyone that run up in your name, yes, I hate ya (I hate ya)
[Chorus]
Oh, yes, I'm sure, yes, I'm sure, I don't care anymore
Anything, anywhere, anytime, any place
Let's do this shit and get it over with
I'll run a box cutter 'cross your face
I got **** here, I got **** there
Ready to get down if I make the call
I don't give a fuck if your problem is big or small
Almost instantly I could say fuck it all, man, fuck it all
[Verse 4]
From the feet, the beat, the gat on the seat
And that shouldn't surprise you, oh, I've sold some pies to
Each any every stone, since I'm obviously on
It says fifty to six-five thousand's been blown
I am something to see, yet I'm nothing to touch
I'll kill ya 'bout nothing, 'cause nothing's too much
I'll put the barrel to your baby mama belly and squeeze off two
So the world won't have to deal with another fuck **** like you, yes, I hate ya (I hate ya)
[Chorus]
Oh, yes, I'm sure, yes, I'm sure, I don't care anymore
Anything, anywhere, anytime, any place
Let's do this shit and get it over with
I'll run a box cutter 'cross your face
I got **** here, I got **** there
Ready to get down if I make the call
I don't give a fuck if your problem is big or small
Almost instantly I could say fuck it all, man, fuck it all
[Outro]
Something for y'all haters (And imitators)
Something for y'all haters (And perpetrators)
It's the real (It's the real)
Hey-hey (Hey-hey)
Something for y'all haters (And imitators)
Something for y'all haters (And perpetrators)
It's the real (It's the real)
Hey-hey (Hey-hey), revenge
Written by: Greg Martin, Patrick Brown, Ray Murray, Rico Wade, Ruben Bailey, Thomas Callaway
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