翻訳: ホーク. ミリオンダラーブロック.
block Spot is hot, but we gon mash to the top These FED's gon watch The cash don't spot, million dollar block [H.A.W.K.] On my block my spot, is hotter
3:41 AM, make that 3:42 Time just keeps rolling on while I'm here stuck like glue So many things cross my mind But nothing stays awhile, so frustrating
your barrel's too hot You did it kid The more dead The more weight on your head Plus you ganked a suitcase Full of black tar H Baby boy, twenty
Hustler word I pull the trigger long Grit my teeth spray till every nigga's gone Got my block sewn armored dope spots Last thing I sweat's suc-suc-sucka
damn clever Will they ever catch me,never Because I operate in and out of state Move at a quick rate And never hesitate to take a chump sucker down And my H
recording, as a living testament and recollection Of history in the makin' durin' our generation Allow me to re-introduce myself My name is Hov', oh, H
face off You n-ggas sweet as pie like this is a bake off I love Nicki?s curves, swing at the baseball I beat your brakes off H-H-Hi, I?m Tune?, salt
's singing like hey na na na hey hey na na na na hey na na na hey hey na na na na na Let's do this outside Shut down the whole block Watch the girls
Is My Biggest And, Jelously Attractin Them Tryin My Best To Do Less, Tryin My Best But, Im Such To A Greater Extend My Phone Rings, A Block Call,
' it up It's the motherfuckin' Roc bitch, who hotter than us? Jay-Hov, 'bout to change my name to Jay Peso But in the meantime, call me William H. though
who's gonna pay the law chorus: H-U-S-T-L-E you know we run this city baby they cant do it like you do they aint got it like you do boss H-U-S-T-L
around the corner with the, F O R T S C V and a nigga can't fuck with me Not even the devil with B O N E T H U G, spell it motherfucker Money, money
started, we gon pop pop pop-pop that body, (Doin' that violent..) Them popo don't want beef, they want this war out on the streets with me and my T.H.
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony back in this motherfucker (That's right, that's right) The original T H U G's Back to set it straight we never left and can't break
you dead butt naked, man, you *** with a boss Cross paths with me, I'm in the hood, all them Watts, in the Bronx Where they cater all around the devil block
stoppin' me. I gotta clock cheese. T-H-U-G. Pop niggas, they D-E-A-D. Bet I'm thug, don't test me block, trust my dogs. Hit 'em up with a left, right
I do it I take niggaz from the jump when they step to me with that bullshit I am a fool bitch, a native H-Town from the south side of Houston You're
