笨小笨9 Milli Bros (Album Version|Edited)歌词由Ghostface Killah&Wu-Tang Clan演唱，出自专辑《Fishscale (Expanded Edition)》，下面是《9 Milli Bros (Album Version|Edited)》完整版歌词！
9 Milli Bros (Album Version|Edited)歌词完整版
Bob digi
U g o d
Raekwon
The chef
The inspektah deck
M e t h o d the b o b b
The man
Straight up
Masta killa
The gza
The genius
It's the ol' d d dirty bastard
One
Two
One
Two
Killer beats
Turn it up
Turn it up
The headphones
Turn it up
Yo
You hear me
Yeah
Whut up toney
W'sup don' don'
All the way up
You know how we do
Let's get this paper together
You motherf**kin' right pa
Uh
Huh
That's right
C'mon n***a
That's as far as it goes
Sound about to go off on some real live
Wu s**t
Uh
Huh
Wtc
Ghost face
Lemme give y'all the bulls**t
Hook for y'all n***as
Check it out
The burners in the stash
We about the cash
We got females that got it like that
The golden child's that bone the crowd
See n***as in the place that bit my style
Well I'm a singer
Dancer
We bulletproof brothers
Wu tang got the answer
'Cuz if I had a chance to do it again
I will still keep the heat in my pants
Uh
Y'all be nice to the crack heads
Everybody listen up
I shot one of my b***hes
The h*e ain't trick enough
Word life to big screen don
Tapping dust bones out
With star writers like I f**ked celine dion
Stuck everything that's the god's honest beyond
We airin' n***as out that's the type s**t that we on
Official wu tang head banger
Flood your space with big waves like you did in sri lanka
Yo
I drink heavy gallons of crew
Play the big part
N***as got squid on the grill
Selling kids clarks
Finesse notes
Yo
The guess on with the vest pose
Yellow suede one matching hat with the gray gun
N***as be rhymin' for nothing
Then my team pull up
We all wore down y'all broke n***as stay frontin'
Lines come digital stupid
Plus ain't got no jury on
Bet I'm still live and I'm coopin'
Two of my silver backs fun through a pack of your wolves
Front on react and sippin' cognac so relax dude
Know I'm with these cracks dude
Yo
One
Two
Yo
Dirt mcgirt
Solid tone smith with fifth shots
Lick shots
Leave your head like a shaolin monk with six dots
Brooklyn
Zoo
Zoo
Brooklyn
Zoo
Zoo
It's the return of bin laden
Grab your armor
Smash pretty boy n***as
Crush they karma
Eat bones with alligators
Roll deep with my entourage
My whole crew's fresh out the bars
Diggler
A
K
A the cab driver
Drop him off in the middle of fire
Dirty island
Drag bodies to the murder land
Knock n***as out hurtin' my hand
I remember in the elevator we was playin' corners
Now we play the corners and the cops is stayin' on us
Staten's where the war is
Where the court system's running out of warrants
Where tnt be jumping out the taurus
For real I can't call it
You see I love lucy 'cuz she lawless
She's exactly like that 10304 is
Snitch n***as swallow your tongue
Already know the island I'm from
And y'all don't want no problems with them
We got a history
Full of lightning victories
Conceptual breakthrough it ain't no mystery
Long vision
From giants in every way
Rap czars
Magnificent flows for every day
From the east to the ville
From the west to the hills
Incredible rhymes
Encouraging skills
From rat packs
The smallest crews were enormous
They hit 'em fast
With an effortless performance
Mcs start fleeing in flocks
Especially those that's more sensitive to heat and shock
We grindin'
Down to the bone my name grounded in stone
I'm mr violence we loungin' with chrome
Mr violence we lounge in his home
Hit the housing on rome
Shining like a hundred thousand in stones
Move mountains with poems
Got a jones for dinero
160
My song
We throwin' elbows
The h*es cling
Sho thing
We know kings
Only dime dikes
With minds right
We choose queens
Yeah we wild like rock stars who smash guitars
Yo son split his face with the toast
He ain't ghost
It's no joke
Iron coat
Rifle with a scope
One toke
Brains float
Shot to the throat
Before the smoke hit
Witness the killing
Southern crime scene
Body on the block
Eyes open from the shock of being popped in the neck
Yet he's still hella lit cigarette between his fingers
Danger when you step into the chamber with the master
Disaster
Gotta blast ya
'Cuz I have ta
The rat pack is back from the island of stat'
Leave you cursed us 'cuz you worship the gat
The first one to snap drunk off your smirnoff
Blow the bouncer's ear off
Let him floss he the boss
Handcuffed to the turntables like wizard theodore
See it's pure
Let it rain pearly ounces
Bang him with the thing that hang from the trousers
You don't want no drama
I'm flaming fast
That n***a jumped up and did the damon dash
