(feat. Christ Castro)
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play' ..
'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play'
'Tragedy's the name, figured I'd just remind y'all'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play' ..
'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play'
'My, my poetry's deep'
We are the Truth
We need no proof
Blowin' shots off roof
(Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all)
Yo, the name's Castro, I'm out for pesos
******* sitting on my ass like you couch potatos
While you watch wrestlin', smellin what the rock is cookin
I'm in the crackhouse and rock is cookin
Been, locked in macks, with lots of bookings
Soft ass *******, sweet ass *******
I'ma torch that *******, peep that *******
See, I'm that *******, my four fingers on that trigger
Beef me, you better pawn that vigor and buy some guns
'fore they find your lungs on your doormat *******
Cuz I pack price that'll flush all your organs out
Make yo fam cut the price in your coffin out
Blood drip when the force come out
Slugs rip thru a ******* face blowin large portion out
Talkin bout, you mu'******s swear you live, through homicide
Come and talk you out
Now you see what you get when your ass get carried away?
Now your ass gettin' carried away
We are the Truth
We need no proof
Blowin' shots off roof
(Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all)
Truth is truth, real is real, love is love
Kastro, Khadafi, Blood is Blood
We can go shot for shot, slug for slug
Hit you up, body bags zip you up
I am truly amazing, you cowards ain't phasing me
Mahdi, 2-5, the O-G
You runnin off octane, you dont wanna lock with the God
Glocks'll bang
Overall, feelin my aura, feelin my style, who you think started this thug *******t?
But meanwhile, ask Noreag and 'pone, who kept em in the zone
41st Side, Q.B
Bringin it home, homie we got that
Steady long, steady strong when you ******' with mine
Discreetly, holdin my heat, 22's on my feet
Ask Havoc ask Nas, from Q.B. to South Prob y'all wanna ******* with the God
We are the Truth
We need no proof
Blowin' shots off roof
(Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all)
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play' ..
'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play'
'My, my poetry's deep'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play' ..
'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play'
'Tragedy's the name, figured I'd just remind y'all'
🎵 LRC歌词版本
(feat. Christ Castro)
[Intro]
[Gunshot]
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play' ..
'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play'
'Tragedy's the name, figured I'd just remind y'all'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play' ..
'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play'
'My, my poetry's deep'
[Chorus x2]
We are the Truth
We need no proof
Blowin' shots off roof
[Castro:] (Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all)
[Verse 1: Christ Castro]
Yo, the name's Castro, I'm out for pesos
******* sitting on my ass like you couch potatos
While you watch wrestlin', smellin what the rock is cookin
I'm in the crackhouse and rock is cookin
Been, locked in macks, with lots of bookings
Soft ass *******, sweet ass *******
I'ma torch that *******, peep that *******
See, I'm that *******, my four fingers on that trigger
Beef me, you better pawn that vigor and buy some guns
'fore they find your lungs on your doormat *******
Cuz I pack price that'll flush all your organs out
Make yo fam cut the price in your coffin out
Blood drip when the force come out
Slugs rip thru a ******* face blowin large portion out
Talkin bout, you mu'******s swear you live, through homicide
Come and talk you out
Now you see what you get when your ass get carried away?
Now your ass gettin' carried away
[Chorus x2]
We are the Truth
We need no proof
Blowin' shots off roof
[Castro:] (Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all)
[Verse 2: Tragedy Khadafi]
Truth is truth, real is real, love is love
Kastro, Khadafi, Blood is Blood
We can go shot for shot, slug for slug
Hit you up, body bags zip you up
I am truly amazing, you cowards ain't phasing me
Mahdi, 2-5, the O-G
You runnin off octane, you dont wanna lock with the God
Glocks'll bang
Overall, feelin my aura, feelin my style, who you think started this thug *******t?
But meanwhile, ask Noreag and 'pone, who kept em in the zone
41st Side, Q.B
Bringin it home, homie we got that
Steady long, steady strong when you ******' with mine
Discreetly, holdin my heat, 22's on my feet
Ask Havoc ask Nas, from Q.B. to South Prob y'all wanna ******* with the God
[Chorus x2]
We are the Truth
We need no proof
Blowin' shots off roof
[Castro:] (Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all)
[Outro]
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play' ..
'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play'
'My, my poetry's deep'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play' ..
'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play'
'Tragedy's the name, figured I'd just remind y'all'
[Gunshot]
📝 纯歌词版本
(feat. Christ Castro)
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play' ..
'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play'
'Tragedy's the name, figured I'd just remind y'all'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play' ..
'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play'
'My, my poetry's deep'
We are the Truth
We need no proof
Blowin' shots off roof
(Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all)
Yo, the name's Castro, I'm out for pesos
******* sitting on my ass like you couch potatos
While you watch wrestlin', smellin what the rock is cookin
I'm in the crackhouse and rock is cookin
Been, locked in macks, with lots of bookings
Soft ass *******, sweet ass *******
I'ma torch that *******, peep that *******
See, I'm that *******, my four fingers on that trigger
Beef me, you better pawn that vigor and buy some guns
'fore they find your lungs on your doormat *******
Cuz I pack price that'll flush all your organs out
Make yo fam cut the price in your coffin out
Blood drip when the force come out
Slugs rip thru a ******* face blowin large portion out
Talkin bout, you mu'******s swear you live, through homicide
Come and talk you out
Now you see what you get when your ass get carried away?
Now your ass gettin' carried away
We are the Truth
We need no proof
Blowin' shots off roof
(Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all)
Truth is truth, real is real, love is love
Kastro, Khadafi, Blood is Blood
We can go shot for shot, slug for slug
Hit you up, body bags zip you up
I am truly amazing, you cowards ain't phasing me
Mahdi, 2-5, the O-G
You runnin off octane, you dont wanna lock with the God
Glocks'll bang
Overall, feelin my aura, feelin my style, who you think started this thug *******t?
But meanwhile, ask Noreag and 'pone, who kept em in the zone
41st Side, Q.B
Bringin it home, homie we got that
Steady long, steady strong when you ******' with mine
Discreetly, holdin my heat, 22's on my feet
Ask Havoc ask Nas, from Q.B. to South Prob y'all wanna ******* with the God
We are the Truth
We need no proof
Blowin' shots off roof
(Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all)
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play' ..
'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play'
'My, my poetry's deep'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play' ..
'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play'
'Tragedy's the name, figured I'd just remind y'all'
🎵 LRC歌词版本
(feat. Christ Castro)
[Intro]
[Gunshot]
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play' ..
'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play'
'Tragedy's the name, figured I'd just remind y'all'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play' ..
'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play'
'My, my poetry's deep'
[Chorus x2]
We are the Truth
We need no proof
Blowin' shots off roof
[Castro:] (Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all)
[Verse 1: Christ Castro]
Yo, the name's Castro, I'm out for pesos
******* sitting on my ass like you couch potatos
While you watch wrestlin', smellin what the rock is cookin
I'm in the crackhouse and rock is cookin
Been, locked in macks, with lots of bookings
Soft ass *******, sweet ass *******
I'ma torch that *******, peep that *******
See, I'm that *******, my four fingers on that trigger
Beef me, you better pawn that vigor and buy some guns
'fore they find your lungs on your doormat *******
Cuz I pack price that'll flush all your organs out
Make yo fam cut the price in your coffin out
Blood drip when the force come out
Slugs rip thru a ******* face blowin large portion out
Talkin bout, you mu'******s swear you live, through homicide
Come and talk you out
Now you see what you get when your ass get carried away?
Now your ass gettin' carried away
[Chorus x2]
We are the Truth
We need no proof
Blowin' shots off roof
[Castro:] (Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all)
[Verse 2: Tragedy Khadafi]
Truth is truth, real is real, love is love
Kastro, Khadafi, Blood is Blood
We can go shot for shot, slug for slug
Hit you up, body bags zip you up
I am truly amazing, you cowards ain't phasing me
Mahdi, 2-5, the O-G
You runnin off octane, you dont wanna lock with the God
Glocks'll bang
Overall, feelin my aura, feelin my style, who you think started this thug *******t?
But meanwhile, ask Noreag and 'pone, who kept em in the zone
41st Side, Q.B
Bringin it home, homie we got that
Steady long, steady strong when you ******' with mine
Discreetly, holdin my heat, 22's on my feet
Ask Havoc ask Nas, from Q.B. to South Prob y'all wanna ******* with the God
[Chorus x2]
We are the Truth
We need no proof
Blowin' shots off roof
[Castro:] (Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all)
[Outro]
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play' ..
'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play'
'My, my poetry's deep'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play' ..
'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
'Queen*******ridge and we don't play'
'Tragedy's the name, figured I'd just remind y'all'
[Gunshot]
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The one for me
I'm in love
And I wouldn't lie
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She gives me her love
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