《Misery Needs Company(feat. N.O.R.E.) (Explicit)》歌词

[00:04:19] Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my faculty

[00:04:19] Three's for all the M-3's racin' across the Tapenze

[00:04:19] Matchin' C's followed by the white Lincoln drivin' like I ain't thinkin'

[00:04:19] Wit my hats and lights blinkin', let the lah sink in

[00:04:19] On the way to home base

[00:04:19] First clown in my face is gettin' thrown out the place

[00:04:19] We rush sh*t, untouchable Don sh*t, that's nothin' new

[00:04:19] Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you

[00:04:19] That had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go

[00:04:19] Gangsta walk and nines, at times I be the last to know

[00:04:19] We laugh and joke, while we bag in the coke

[00:04:19] My A done make the worst things out the cast of Different Strokes

[00:04:19] I'm addicted to street life, although it doesn't seem right

[00:04:19] Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right?

[00:04:19] And who's to say that I'm to blame, we only pawns in this game

[00:04:19] Decision, grow coc*ine

[00:04:19] I don't want no cure for this

[00:04:19] You switch, I pour the Cris

[00:04:19] And just, stay rich, and reminisce

[00:04:19] While I count my chips

[00:04:19] Yo, you scared to death, misery need company

[00:04:19] Crab slackers, niggas actin' like they mad rappers

[00:04:19] Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal

[00:04:19] Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain

[00:04:19] Throw the Range off, police-iano

[00:04:19] Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now

[00:04:19] The funds follow us, what, these b**ches swallow us

[00:04:19] And you wonder why you can't find us

[00:04:19] I, ton and tender wit millionaires, gave a million stares

[00:04:19] Made a million scared, my beats don' knocked

[00:04:19] For what seemed like a million years, yeah

[00:04:19] This illegal life I can't avoid, I take the feds everywhere I go

[00:04:19] That's why I'm paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the fact

[00:04:19] I got the flawless Acs wit gats to get that enormous stack

[00:04:19] Joey Crack, the mack without the hat

[00:04:19] And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my Cadillac

[00:04:19] I bet you hate it 'cuz we paid and floss, ni**a we laid and lost

[00:04:19] T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take a loss

[00:04:19] Break your balls like Bahondo, call me Don Joe

[00:04:19] Coke slash sweaty rock, niggas drop a dime dough

[00:04:19] Booked the nine o'clock, flight to Alando

[00:04:19] So-called killers turned snitches like Rivono

[00:04:19] That ni**a Gauno up in M-C, is bein' friendly

[00:04:19] Every time I see his wife and kids the sh*t tempts me

[00:04:19] My heart is empty

[00:04:19] Never feelin' remorse

[00:04:19] I got a sniper one killed in the cross

[00:04:19] Ready to kill your boss

[00:04:19] Yo, you scared to death, misery need company

[00:04:19] Crab slackers, niggas actin' like they mad rappers

[00:04:19] Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal

[00:04:19] Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain

[00:04:19] Throw the Range off, police-iano

[00:04:19] Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now

[00:04:19] The funds follow us, what, these b**ches swallow us

[00:04:19] And you wonder why you can't find us

[00:04:19] Yo, yo Jose Luis, smoke lah like the reverend

[00:04:19] Look in the skies, clouds look like coke 'n heaven

[00:04:19] Like whoever sittin' on pies two, gettin' high too

[00:04:19] Mad fly too, a thug too

[00:04:19] Yo we praise those, however you make your pesos

[00:04:19] Keep the sh*t tight just like, Jose Canseco's

[00:04:19] Batting stance, a majorly we glance, and gotta yell, "What, what"

[00:04:19] 'Cuz thug niggas don't dance yo

[00:04:19] I told niggas, that you did it for show

[00:04:19] But niggas thought you was ill yo

[00:04:19] Even your hoe, yo for real young blood I'm really afraid so

[00:04:19] Your colors got revealed and now you buy dough

[00:04:19] Impost-o's, locos, morenos, go-golos, boriquas, platin-o's

[00:04:19] My niggas rollin' those, fontos and hydros

[00:04:19] You know how that goes, DE's light it up though

[00:04:19] We stay smokin' it, tone-locin' it, me and Fat Joe still provoking it

[00:04:19] Yo, yo yo, you scared to death, misery need company

[00:04:19] Crab slackers, niggas actin' like they mad rappers

[00:04:19] Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal

[00:04:19] Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain

[00:04:19] Throw the Range off, police-iano

[00:04:19] Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now

[00:04:19] The funds follow us, what, these b**ches swallow us

[00:04:19] And you wonder why you can't find us

[00:04:19] Ha ha, mad rappers

[00:04:19] Stain off, range off, watch out

[00:04:19] Polic-iano's, Pabolos amigos

[00:04:19] Fat Joe, Fat Joe, Fat Joe, yeah yeah