4,3,2,1
(专辑: Covers The Classics - 2009)
[Joell Ortiz:] On a
scale of one, two, three, four, five, six, seven Eight, nine, ten, motherfucker I'm in eleven I
served twelve twelves amongst thirteen buildings But fourteen grams, oh man I
made a
killing On the
fifteenth the
welfare check dropped So it popped like the
sixteens sitting in my Glock Seventeen years old with the
coliseum fronts In the
back way with like eighteen blunts It was nineteen, I
forgot the
year but it was on Cause dimes went out of style and the
twenties came along Twenty-one dollar E&Js with my crew Cracks in my ass and the
grands are twenty-two Twenty-three on my jersey, Nikes on my feet On the
twenty-fourth bus tryna write to a
beat Locked the
game like twenty-five to life at twenty-six Twenty-seven gave you +The Brick+, at twenty-eight I
give you this nigga Simple mathematics y'all