[00:00.00] 作曲 : Aguilar, Felder, Heath[00:09.51]{"{"}melachi the nutcracker}[00:11.64]Aiyo, new york tracks, keep me phat like that[00:14.46]I exercise with fitness, to support my back[00:16.95]It's going on black, and i'm out to get mines[00:19.89]Bust in the place with a new york rhyme[00:22.32]Yo some people are mindless, and don't know what the time is[00:25.17]Mess around with the wrong one, and get expired[00:27.87]I'm gettin fired, offa the smoke and the blunts[00:30.45]Killin big bids offa a gangsta hunt[00:32.79]Don't front, what do you want? i push a trick with a stunt[00:35.34]We got out of town hits, and like george likes pits[00:38.10]Cuz i flex with a polo around my wrist[00:40.83]Nothing changed...[00:41.58]{"{"}lil dap}[00:41.94]Uh, my bad decision in the game got me flippin on cats[00:44.70]Now that i'm back, puttin brooklyn down on the map[00:47.22]Cuz you know this camera's on me, and my sons right now[00:49.92]Pimpin our sounds, watch how we tear shit down[00:52.59]I cause blow a catastrophe, i master thee[00:55.44]The game of rap, so don't **** with dap, I dance with my track[00:58.80]You bust you neen, i bust my nena back[01:00.54]Rhymes sharp like thumbtacks, with enough contacts[01:03.09]To blow my enemies off the map, if they try to attack...[01:05.70]Chorus 2x: lil dap[01:07.38]Oh sweet america, how could it be?[01:09.66]Can't see my people dying in the streets no more[01:12.30]Got to hustle from the bottom just to feed the poor[01:15.00]Understanding what's right, realizing what's wrong[01:17.91]*(second time, the last line gets left out)*[01:23.76]{"{"}melachi the nutcracker}[01:24.54]Yo i salute the mic, when i take flight[01:28.20]Plus my styles real hype, and i'm feeling allright[01:30.72]So go with the flow, let's see what all of you know[01:33.54]I flip like g.i. joe, with mad potential[01:36.03]I'm about to get mine, you know it's about that time[01:38.73]My people losing their mind, off the group home rhyme[01:41.40]Murdering crime, people on the streets playing for keeps[01:44.37]Brand new jeeps, riding thru on the creep[01:46.83]Who care? i guess that everyone is scarred[01:49.38]Better be preparred, cuz the worst is near[01:51.78]The group home is here, open your ears and stand clear[01:54.63]Crack your bears, we've been doing this for years[01:57.03]Chorus 2x[02:05.76]{"{"}lil dap}[02:18.36]How could it be? cuz if you bust for me, i have to bust for you[02:22.14]These old school rules, got me spittin lyrics at you[02:24.87]I'm thinking hard and serious and going back to the time[02:27.57]When cats were scarred to death to even say that they rhyme[02:30.03]Cuz it was off the meters, bitches had to throw their shit beaters[02:32.79]Block parties with heaters, no crooked to feed us[02:35.46]It's 7 days in a week, 12 months in a year[02:38.16]But between the nonsense we'll drop a jewel this year[02:40.74]Keep your eyes open, stoppin off the ends when we rock[02:43.32]Poppin your clutch, and starving mc's to rock[02:46.02]And walk with fear, keepin my momentum in gears[02:48.63]Excess is near, my bitches can smell it in your ear[02:51.72]2000 and beyond, group home are bombing ya, son[02:53.97]My crew number one, no competion[02:56.52]Chorus 3x