笨小笨R.N.E. (Explicit)歌词由ethemadassassin&Seven Da Pantha演唱，出自专辑《Carter N Newton: The Field Report (Explicit)》，下面是《R.N.E. (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
R.N.E. (Explicit)歌词完整版
It's evident the block ain't changed, The recipe for cooking rocks ain't changed
But my nigga, i got my eyes fixed on the stock exchange, Before the bullets in this
Glock exchange,
Places with a nigga internal organs, i don't want to do it, why you think i'm internal,
warring with myself while recording,
Turn da phones up, i'm trying to lose myself in the drum track, and this Gelato i brung
back from Cali
got me hanging with the aliens, at least in my mind, but i'm in a back alley, ‘Noid the
jakes after your boy, aiming their gats at me,
Ain't no Oscars given in the trenches, everybody got a role but we don't act happy,
Mobbing in a Black Caddy
What they gon' do 2 me? Serve them with the burner, clean get away my gratuity,
hollow tips my philosophy
Kirk Franklin, stomp them then returning God's Property, These suckers 'bout to catch
dumb shells not moving logically
shhh…can you feel it, it’s real nigga energy, pray for my enemies, now run it if you got
it, (run it)
don’t spark a killing spree, we legends in the making, nigga what’s in your pocket
yeah…you can feel it, it’s real nigga energy, pray for my enemies, now run it if you got
it, (run it)
don’t spark a killing spree, we legends in the making, nigga what’s in your pocket (drop
it)
it’s a goddamn shame how the streets ain’t change, shit still insane, so you know
holdin heat can’t change
the blocks is butcher shops, over paper beef exchange, crooked cops out for blood
like the LB’s gang
We lost boyz over lex coupes, beamers and benz’s, so we bought toys, tecs shoot to
feed our agendas
u either swim with the sharks or sleep with the fishes, i throw on my wetsuit, and move
thru the deepest of trenches,
i took miles when them crackers tried to leave me with inches, i’m gettin no younger,
so if we speak i’d rather be about business
overachieving, and everything my bitches need is expensive, caviar tastes for them
days when sardines was the menu,
head on a swivel like a office chair, i’m just a hawk, prayin on a lord like i got to take
him off a here
i aint come across it square, but i lost it fair, so i bet next time i get it, i”ll be more
prepared, yeah
shhh…can you feel it, it’s real nigga energy, pray for my enemies, now run it if you got
it, (run it)
don’t spark a killing spree, we legends in the making, nigga what’s in your pocket
yeah…you can feel it, it’s real nigga energy, pray for my enemies, now run it if you got
it, (run it)
don’t spark a killing spree, we legends in the making, nigga what’s in your pocket (drop
it)
