N-CT FM – stacja radiowa, której można posłuchać w Grand Theft Auto I. Nadaje muzykę hip-hop i rap.
Repertuar stacji[]
Da Shootaz - Grand Theft Auto
Slumpussy - This Life
CCC feat. Robert DeNegro - Blow Your Console
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Utwór Grand Theft Auto występuje również w Grand Theft Auto III, w stacji Lips 106, w wersji ocenzurowanej (w miejscu przekleństw pojawia się głos wymawiający nazwę stacji).
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Transkrypcja stacji radiowej
Część pierwsza: Da Shootaz - Grand Theft Auto
Good shot, kiddo. You got 'em. Good shot, kiddo. You got 'em.
Pooow! Pooow! Slow down!
Hotel, downtown, speeding all around An AK-47 got the power in it's barrels To move any mother' that gets in my way, Just another power machine on the freeway Riding with me is my MC homeboy Knowing the rules ain't part of this program Finding the right way around this map Might be pretty hard 'cause he's fucked on crack G - Grand Theft Auto You gotta make a mark to move where you want to T - Theft Determination to steal what you can and run from the nation A - Hey, what do ya say? We automate the sequence and speed for my getaway Ticket to the edge is nowhere to hide, and call up the boy. Let's go for a joyride Let's go for a joyride
"Stop the violence from the police" You know my dad used to say but now he's deceased He got caught in a jam, threw in the can When the cops from Brooklyn said he killed another man Seek knowledge was my main game To figure out the law, to figure out the frame Just when I thought I knew justice A cop behind me said "You just been busted"
NYPD (NYPD) LAPD (LAPD) SFPD (SFPD) Don't fuck with me
Część druga: Slumpussy - This Life
There's a hit alone that's shown to blow it's own and prone to rock party 'till the jowl Smokin' little forty, managed to reach the shorty on the throne, made like Al Capone Scored a bag of sensi, stack it in the bone, it's well known to blow brothers 'till they're stoned Lifted and gifted let's see how I live Shiftin' mad bricks is full of bad Belly to the floor 'ma gonna as clacker With nothing else to do, life was full of nothing Went into the streets to earn myself a dollar Tried to sell some trips to Nickelzen and Fawnda. I wouldn't touch that shit Leave them with their skunk The only tracks I want Is hard-core bass. That's funk. Livin's just a rock, it can take a jump and when I shoot my shot is a twenty two ya' punk.
I don't have much in this life It's the cells that keeps me from losin' my head In this world which we live in the strife, you gotta' give me one more jay just to settle my stress...
I don't have much in this life It's the cells that keeps me from losin' my head In this world which we live in the strife, you gotta' give me one more jay just to settle my stress...
Ice, crack, angel dust and Prozac Don't get me nice like Buckets full of cess, Mac...
Ice, crack, angel dust and Prozac Don't get me nice like Buckets full of cess, Mac...
Część trzecia: CCC feat. Robert DeNegro - Blow Your Console
Yo, Wordwrite! You some kinda GTA assassin?! The word is bond! You ain't never gonna blame me, son! I get open like Sesame You ain't never gonna touch me So pleeeaseah...!
So you think you are a goodfella, then fella get the hell outta town... About me, you ain't never gonna rob my browns So get down on the breezes, if you breathe it then you wanna good thought of could how am I filthy split their telekinesis So pleeease... Hit the deck with another sec Of what... Who moan in front of them at even with the big white teeth, yeah! Shoot the shot at them proper and hit in this ? When I kiss them in the central nervous system... ? Cos' I'm Robert de Negro. You can't fuck with my mind. ? G-T-A gets hi-five! This formidable child Is gonna blow your console...
