[00:00.000] 作词 : Frederick J. Tipton/William L. Roberts II[00:01.000] 作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/William L. Roberts II/Alan D. Maman[00:05.316]Pissed off you know[00:07.458]This is, like, exclusive[00:18.926]Yeah[00:20.363]Kane Train, bitch, Kane, yeah[00:24.464]Yeah, the revolution is the genocide[00:26.789]Look, your execution will be televised[00:30.028]Don't cross me like Isaiah, that shit be ill-advised (Woo)[00:33.320]Dark horse, rap black sheep, they got me vilified[00:35.984]Castratin' niggas in they feelings on IG (Uh)[00:38.518]Will never let this industry demasculinize me (Nah)[00:41.574]I do murder barefaced, don't need no mask to disguise me[00:44.526]Threw my FN in the stash, I think the cracker's behind me, damn[00:47.713]He pulled me over, I asked him, "Yo, what's the problem, sir?[00:50.796]I swerved to ducked the potholes, man, I had no option, sir[00:53.826]Just let me go 'cause my license, insurance proper, sir[00:56.830]I'd hate to be on the run for smokin' an officer"[00:59.834]We were bustin' at police before Queen & Slim, that's on FN[01:02.838]Let off fifty shots to the squad car and get in the wind[01:05.764]Told the Gary Police in '05 that I got more guns than them[01:08.794]Get the feds if you want a war, and they sent them bitches in[01:13.000]The revolution is the genocide[01:15.168]Yeah, my execution might be televised[01:18.067]Cross niggas like Bubba Chuck, I never gave a ****[01:20.784]Hook shot a ho like Kareem, but I never leave the Bucks[01:23.684]Sick with the ack, me and Jack, pourin' three liters up[01:26.740]It hurt to say I miss you, the real ones always be leavin' us[01:29.770]Caught up in the moment, most niggas foldin' or freezin' up[01:32.748]Sometimes it be your own damn homies, Judas set Jesus up[01:35.778]Yeah, the revolution is the genocide[01:38.861]Made a sex tape with your bitch, that pussy televise[01:41.760]Thug nigga with some exotic dreams, erotic dreams[01:44.764]****in' hella thots, but I really want me a Scottie Beam[01:47.742] shit was different when Mike left and it was Scottie team[01:50.773]Ex won't take me back, without me, the bitch wouldn't have got a ring[01:54.064]Yeah, the revolution is the genocide[01:56.964]Tell a ho she don't know nan', Trick Daddy, Slip-N-Slide, nigga[02:00.647]Kane[02:01.849]Uh, 305 in my yayo[02:03.442]Subject to let a bitch snort a line off the dashboard of my '75[02:08.562]Caprice, that is[02:10.495]Yo (M-M-Maybach Music)[02:12.820]You need a dictionary when you write your raps (Uh)[02:14.936]Went to the penitentiary just for a hundred sack (What?)[02:17.914]I had a vision back when I was fishin' for a bass[02:20.866]But they won't listen 'til you in your kitchen countin' cash[02:23.922]I got the dollars, mother**** a nigga's credit score (Boss[02:26.848]Big bag of chronic like I'm sackin' up at Interscope (at Interscope)[02:29.930]My pistol polished, any problems, I'ma pull that ho[02:32.934]Peter Parker, but I've yet to reach my pinnacle (Lord)[02:36.121]bitches lookin' at me, shawty wanna see my soul (M-M-M)[02:39.151]All my jewelry on, she only see my gold (Haha)[02:42.286]I'm prayin' for my guys, pray you sing along (Yes)[02:45.186]I **** bitches in my ride, I never bring 'em home[02:48.216]She sees just how I ride and slip her panties off[02:51.168]He wanted war until they hit 'em with a cannonball (Bang)[02:54.067]Spark spliffs, raw kicks, I give 'em Clark Kent[02:56.810]Common sense, no Prince, strictly the mob hits (What? M-M)[03:00.180]Exhale weed , ship it from the West (West)[03:03.158]My brain begin to seize when I'm needin' rest (Yes)[03:06.293]Kobe Bryant when we speakin' very best (Lord)[03:09.166]I pray for Gigi, wonder if she'll get to see me next[03:11.961]Biggest (M-M-Maybach Music)[03:14.260]Audemars and Cartiers[03:15.958]You ain't shit without a dollar, yeah[03:18.701]You ain't shit without a dollar, yeah