Brian Tyler [작곡, OST]

한숨 짓지 마요, 난 괜찮을게요
그게 나인거죠
곁에 있는 동안 참 고마웠어요
이제야 나 말하네요

언젠가 그대 닮은 사람 찾게 되겠죠
이런 날 많이 원망하며 살아가겠죠
When I try to let you go 그대도 날 잊어가죠

그댈 놓아요, 난 못할 일이죠
그대에겐 부족한 사람이죠
이런 날 모두 다 지울게요
그댈 찾지 않아요

기다리지 마요
그대 돌아와도 난 변하지 않죠
또 다른 사랑에 힘들어 말아요
그대가 기댈 곳이죠

언젠가 그대 닮은 사람 찾게 되겠죠
이런 날 많이 원망하며 살아가겠죠
it's my heart will let you go
이제는 지울 수 있죠

그댈 놓아요, 난 못할 일이죠
그대에겐 부족한 사람이죠
이런 날 모두 다 지울게요
그댈 찾지 않아요

아직도 난 그대 맘에 있나요?
이런 기대도 마음도 바보 같죠
할 수만 있다면 내 전불 걸어서 그대를 지킬게요

그댄 모르죠, 난 늘 아파했죠
그댈 향한 마음도 잊어왔죠
이런 날 알고 있다면 들어요
그댈 위해 부르죠

그댈 놓아요, 난 못할 일이죠
그대에겐 부족한 사람이죠
이런 날 모두 다 지울게요
그댈 찾지 않아요

I think back when I first met you
velvet underground was the place I saw you walkin' in.
I was like, walkin' on the cloud you know
It felt like you were somebody I knew
Now that I realize it's because you were my dream girl
this one's for you AJ…

mMmMmm mMmMm
It's been seven long hours
Since you left me babe
Sitting here thinking bout how
How u let it slip away
I can't get no sleep(no sleep)
Don't even wanna go nowhere

It's on my mind
What you did wrong
And now you wanna come back

When a man does wrong
Aint no coming back home
He's been out there too long
She won't even talk on the phone(settle this,settle this)
When a man does wrong
Aint no coming back home
Can't come around
There aint no place
She don't wanna see your face

Said u never wanted to hurt me
Never even wanted to leave
Said that you never did deserve me
Now you begging me please please please believe
Now you feeling like a fool(fool)
Never thought about me
Just you

It's on your mind
What you did wrong
And now you wanna come back

When a man does wrong
Aint no coming back home
He's been out there too long
She won't even talk on the phone
When a man does wrong
Aint no coming back home(no, no, no, no)
Can't come around
There aint no place
She don't wanna see your face

Why'd you have to do it baby?
Do it do it to me
Why'd you have to use and abuse me?
See I've been sitting waiting at night
Just wasting my time(wasting my time)
Now..now I know now I know
Gotta go gotta go ( yeah go yeah go yeah)

When a man does wrong
Aint no coming back home
Can't come around
There aint no place
She don't wanna see your face

Murder Inc.
Thugged Out
Franchise
Funk Flex
Big dog pit bulls!
Two suburbans and a fucking Hurst!
Cause Funk Flex and Nore are killin' em out there!
Scream at ya boy!

Yo me and Pun used to slap niggas
And pack macs in the back of the hatch with black niggas
On weekends with the Ricans cause nigga I fit
You see I'm half fucking black and motherfucking spik
Should have learned a long time ago Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn
How I hit a nigga up Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn
Niggas fans worry you see us smear off in cranberry
My shots come in, in threes, like Maubary
Wanna see how these fake niggas'll act
When my shotgun will erase there stomach and back
Call me Hosea, more shoot outs, most guns
Most of these niggas just mostly run
You see I'm back spittin' and still cooking in the kitchen
I'm still a chef ain't a fucking gram missing
Niggas out of order you know shit gone change
How they life getting shorter like Mr. T's chain

*The bass and the music that'll make you jump
It go Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn
Why you acting like a punk before we put you in a trunk
You going Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn
Acting wild like the hill with my hand on the pump
It go Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn
Fuck it we getting drunk and smoking that skunk
Y'all going Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn

Yeah, It's going down!
Funk Flex, Nore!

My caller ID is fucked up I can't see the number
Feeling like Stevie Wonder, the hood took me under
I miss my niggas I wanna see em
All my niggas that's dead laying in mausoleums
For my niggas that's locked up the same shit
I told y'all niggas I hold y'all niggas to all this
Picture us going all legit with all this
Line em up; get em all together they all miss
See all my niggas we starvin' and waitin'
To take a nigga hockey mask off like Jason
Better Armstrong face drop to the pavement
In 2000 I don't get along with niggas
That's why you never me on a song with a niggas
Just my clique roll strong them niggas
And wait till we see y'all it's on with you niggas
And I could just slap y'all go on little niggas

* Repeat

Big dog pit bulls!
Funk Flex, Big Kap!
Cipher sounds!
Mr. Cee!
Johnny Walker Red, DJ Kiore!
Frank Jigga, Corey Ock!
The Funk Regulator C-note!
Keep It Gator!
And keep it global!
SPKilla this shit is fucking ugly!
Cut this shit off, it's a fucking wrap

Ghetto gospel
All thugs gotta pray
Hear me Lord, yo

If killin niggaz is wrong, God forgive me for my sins
and all my evil thoughts like fuckin my girlfriends
God bless my family, and the bitch I bagged in the Camry
and any extra guns that come in handy
Not to play but pray for things that's corrupt
But the Lord knows this world, is all fucked up (uh-huh)
In God's eyes, every nigga is created equal
To some crackers, we evil cause we livin lethal (Fuck 'em!)
And anything we gots to get, gotsta get got NIGGA
Even if somebody, gotsta get shot NIGGA
Why not? A whole lot of thugs died on my block
And I see the killer's still free, so fuck cops! (Fuck 'em)
We got no love for the Lord, that's why we pack gats
When them shots pop, bitch cops, where they at? (uh-huh)
Probably somewhere, at Dunkin Donuts
while Black Child got niggaz on the corner with they hands cuffed

*Now let me load my heat, before I go to sleep
And pray to God I don't end up six feet deep
Cause if I die, before I wake
Let me die on some pape's and all my niggaz at my wake
I said, if I die, before I wake
Let me die on some pape's and all my bitches at my wake

God, please forgive me for all my sins Lord, please - Psalms 23

The Lord is my sheppard and the gun's my weapon
Reppin my upper sections (yeah) they blessed with protection (nigga)
It's nothin on this earth, that my soldiers wore
Copped a house, a big Benz, all my friends puff blunts
Nigga we lust to bust, and guns we trust
The gods copped me a path, now that's right-eous
I'm tight cause my peeps was breathin they last breath
Where we was, bubblin, in the, valley of death
I went to jail and end up bein the last nigga left
Now I, fear no evil and hear no evil
Just threw the silencer, on my Desert Eagle
Nigga to free my people, I'm prepared for the enemy
And thugs who won't pull out and put slugs up in me
Lord gave me the energy, now pass the Hennessy
Word to God, all y'all niggaz is gon' remember me
Heh, Black Child, Black Child

* Repeat

Shit, if I die
Lord, have mercy - street niggaz pray

Now let me hit the streets so my kids could eat
Compton! Oakland! Inglewood! Long Beach!
All the thugs in the street got love for me
Hollis! South Side! B.K.! Q.B.!
I don't give a fuck nigga, I die for I-N-C
And ride for, e'ybody that'll ride for me
All my bitches out there that gave me slow nizzie
when bottles of Remi, keep 'em so pissy

* Repeat

There's no lookin back
Word to God
Bless all my hood people, all my good people..
Aight c'mon nigga, let's go..