作词 : Taurus Bartlett/Larrance Dopson/Anthony Jermaine White/Khaled Rohaim/Michael Jackson 作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Larrance Dopson/Anthony Jermaine White/Khaled Rohaim/Michael Jackson Lil Capalot, b7, ha Smooth criminal, Mike Jack And I still like to tote a .45 like Mike back Pull that TEC out just to make a statement He gon' need a body bag or a night sack He a b7, he'll fold under pressure I can tell from his posture, man, he ain't really like that Mama told me, "I don't care if you scared Go in for the kill, if they try you better fight back" We'll beat his ass if he try to throw the folks up What's all that sh!t you was sayin' like you was so tough? They gon' have to carry your mans if he approach us Creepin' in, that glizzy'll blam when we get close up Rich-ass gangster, my gun match the color of my car Any sudden movemеnt and this b7 go, "Fah, fah" Bet I have him huggin' Allah I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm a thug, I'm a star Youngin' tryna clеar a crowd with the heat When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, uh So you better look both ways, make your soul shake Demons standin' in the doorway Tell me, Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out, "No way" Tell me, Annie, are you okay? Still on that bullsh!t, MJ Really one of the hottest, and I never dropped a mixtape All my life, had to risk-take But if they come and try me, .40 kickin' 'til my wrist break Let anybody in this b7 play I'ma have my C's leave his ass in the ground with a stiff face Where I'm from all the killers turn hood legend And they known through them blocks like Dikembe Totin' on something bigger than The Great Khali Thirty shots'll knock him down like Muhammad Ali Do the race, scratch off in a Trackhawk Jeep Catch him lackin', then it's R.I.P., b7 Youngin' tryna clear a crowd with the heat When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, uh So you better look both ways make your soul shake Demons standin' in the doorway Tell me, Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out, "No way" Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
[00:00.000] 作词 : Taurus Bartlett/Larrance Dopson/Anthony Jermaine White/Khaled Rohaim/Michael Jackson [00:00.347] 作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Larrance Dopson/Anthony Jermaine White/Khaled Rohaim/Michael Jackson [00:00.695]Lil Capalot, b7, ha [00:08.450]Smooth criminal, Mike Jack [00:09.947]And I still like to tote a .45 like Mike back [00:11.946]Pull that TEC out just to make a statement [00:13.953]He gon' need a body bag or a night sack [00:16.197]He a b7, he'll fold under pressure [00:17.946]I can tell from his posture, [00:18.500]man, he ain't really like that [00:20.198]Mama told me, "I don't care if you scared [00:21.946]Go in for the kill, if they try [00:22.500]you better fight back" [00:23.451]We'll beat his ass [00:24.000]if he try to throw the folks up [00:25.952]What's all that sh!t you [00:26.500]was sayin' like you was so tough? [00:27.948]They gon' have to carry your mans [00:28.500]if he approach us [00:29.952]Creepin' in, that glizzy'll blam [00:30.500]when we get close up [00:31.950]Rich-ass gangster, [00:32.500]my gun match the color of my car [00:34.190]Any sudden movemеnt and this b7 go, [00:35.190]"Fah, fah" [00:36.448]Bet I have him huggin' Allah [00:38.448]I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm a thug, I'm a star [00:40.446]Youngin' tryna clеar a crowd with the heat [00:41.946]When you ridin', [00:42.500]better keep a .40 cal' by the seat [00:43.951]He was bangin' wrong 'til [00:44.500]they found him deceased [00:45.692]It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round [00:46.500]in the streets, uh [00:48.206]So you better look both ways, [00:48.961]make your soul shake [00:49.945]Demons standin' in the doorway [00:52.201]Tell me, Annie, are you okay? [00:53.201]Screamin' out, "No way" [00:55.205]Tell me, Annie, are you okay? [00:56.206]Still on that bullsh!t, MJ [00:57.954]Really one of the hottest, [00:58.666]and I never dropped a mixtape [01:00.184]All my life, had to risk-take [01:01.693]But if they come and try me, [01:02.693] .40 kickin' 'til my wrist break [01:04.203]Let anybody in this b7 play [01:05.699]I'ma have my C's leave his ass [01:06.699]in the ground with a stiff face [01:07.948]Where I'm from [01:08.500]all the killers turn hood legend [01:10.195]And they known [01:11.500]through them blocks like Dikembe [01:12.204]Totin' on something bigger [01:13.500]than The Great Khali [01:14.201]Thirty shots'll knock [01:15.201]him down like Muhammad Ali [01:16.198]Do the race, scratch off in a Trackhawk Jeep [01:18.204]Catch him lackin', then it's R.I.P., b7 [01:20.444]Youngin' tryna clear a crowd with the heat [01:21.946]When you ridin', [01:22.500]better keep a .40 cal' by the seat [01:23.956]He was bangin' wrong 'til [01:24.500]they found him deceased [01:25.708]It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round [01:26.708]in the streets, uh [01:28.201]So you better look both ways [01:29.201]make your soul shake [01:31.447]Demons standin' in the doorway [01:32.450]Tell me, Annie, are you okay? [01:33.450]Screamin' out, "No way" [01:35.951]Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
