積分
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Nas
Stimme und Gesang
Raekwon
Stimme und Gesang
Havoc
Stimme und Gesang
Prodigy
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Albert Johnson
Songwriter:in
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter:in
Nasir Jones
Songwriter:in
Corey Woods
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Tim Latham
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Tony Smalios
Mischtechniker:in
Leon Zervos
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Mobb Deep
Produzent:in
Matt Life
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Schott Free
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
歌詞
[Verse 1]
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together, son, your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together, son, your beef is mine
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together, son, your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together, son, your beef is mines
[Verse 2]
Let me start from the beginnin' at the top of the list
Know what I mean? Have a situation like this
Another war story from a thirsty young hustler
Won't trust ya, I'd rather bust ya and leave your corpse
For the cops to discover, while I be dippin' in the Range Rover
All jeweled like Liberace, you watch me
While Jake's tryna knock me and lock me
But I'll be on the low sippin' Asti Spumante
**** tried to creep on the side of my Jeep
Stuck the heat through the window, rocked they ass to sleep
Over a 3-pack, it was a small thing really, yeah
But keep lettin' them small things slide'll be ya failure
If I'm outta town one of my crew will take care of ya
The world is ours and your team's inferior
You wanna bust caps, I'll get all up in your area
Kidnap your children, make the situation scarier
Life is a gamble, we scramble for money
I might crack a smile, but ain't a damn thing funny
I'm caught up in the dirt where your hands get muddy
Plus the outcome turns out to be lovely
Got G's in my pocket, hit off my main squeeze
Push back the sunroof let the cold air breeze
Through the butter soft leather upholstery, but mostly
Keep the gat close, B, 'cause **** wanna toast me
[Verse 3]
Aye yo, I gotta get mines, no matter what the consequences
Count all my blessings, add up my weapons
Cock back the gat and let my nine serve purpose
Sling, do my thing, organize fiend service
Tryna to make a mil' it's stress you know the deal
So we sling thrills, get ya cap peeled, 'cause everything is real
'Cause I wanna chill, laid up in a jacuzzi
Sippin' bubbly with my fingers on the Uzi
Try to infiltrate my fort, get caught
Dead up in New York, my brain is packed with criminal thoughts
Get your life lost, never found again my friend
Mission completed, watch you drop in less than ten
On my road to the riches, hittin' snitches off with mad stitches
Your last restin' place'll be a ditch, kid
No one can stop me, try ya style's sloppy
You wanna be me, you just an imitation copy
My theme is all about makin' the green
Livin' up in luxury, pushin' fat whips and livin' comfortably
[Verse 4]
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together, son, your beef is mine
So long as the sun shine can light up the sky
We in this together, son, your beef is mine
[Verse 5]
A drug dealer's dream, stash cream, keys on a triple beam
Five hundred SL green, ninety-five, nickel gleam
Condominium, thug dressed like a gentlemen
Tailor made ostrich, Chanel for my women friend
Murderin' numbers on your head while I'm burglarin'
Shank is servin' 'em, whats up to all my **** swervin' in
New York metropolis, the bridge brings apocalypse
Shoot at the clouds, feels like the holy beast is watchin' us
Mad man, my sanity is goin' like an hourglass
Gun inside my bad hand, I sliced tryin' to bag grams
I got hoes that used to milk you, **** who could've killed you
Is down with my ill crew of psychos, Nas Escobar movin' on your weak production
Pumpin' corruption in the third world we just bustin'
[Verse 6]
Hold up and analyze the wildcats slang cracks
They swing an axe, the new routines, be my eyes blacks
Playin' corners glancin' all up in ya cornea
Corner ya, seen cats snatch monies up on ya
But late night, candlelight, fiend with a crack pipe
It's only right, feelin' higher than an airplane right
Word yo, I want to get this money then blow
Take my time, blast a nine, if you front, you go
Sip beers, the German ones, hand my guns to sons
Shaolin and Queensbridge, we robbin' **** for fun
But still, write my will out to my seeds then build
Mahalia sing a tale, but the real we still kill, what?
[Verse 7]
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together, son, your beef is mine
So long as the sun shine will light up the skies
We in this together, son, your beef is mine
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together, son, your beef is mine
So long as the sun shine can light up the skies
We in this together, son, your beef is mine
[Verse 8]
Laid back, word up
Just bless 'em with the bulletproof, Mobb Deep
Nas, Chef creation
For your nation, yeah
Written by: Albert Johnson, Corey Woods, Kejuan Muchita, Nasir Jones