what happens now that it's over create a new violent type of love don't lead me to the bridge don't walk me to the water i can't control myself from
what happens now that it's over create a new violent type of love don't lead me to the bridge don't walk me to the water i can't control myself
Traduzione: Il Bronx. Bocca denaro.
fire, simian ire, cold shimmy for the cinnamon sky; intimate eyes loop all known alleys. Scoop the bounty like daddy hires Bazooka to murder Ralphie. I curdle with burnt milk, pariah sigh, honor piranha money
(Yo) Queens got shit on lock Wipe your feet when you step in my house (Queens nigga) Queens got shit on lock (Ali Vegas) (no doubt watch yo mouth) *
don't ever try to sleep or try to play me You'll never be comp and your head will get stomped in From fuckin with the crew that's Boogie Down Bronx rompin
in these streets make you take clothes off, leave you dead butt naked, man you fuckin with a boss, cross pass with me, im in the hood all them watts in the bronx
!) I know it feels like I been gone for a minute But I'm back chinchilla Ice on with a fitted Everybody talk money everybody gonna run with that bowl
in they mouth While I lean back geeking how she loving my house Let me tell you three things that the Dutch is about 'Cuzzi bubbles, grands, slow dick in yo mouth
[CHORUS x2] Anytime you come to New York City click, click Juvey money, give me your shit click, click Even if I catch you in the ride, you robbed All
[Butterfly] DPS forever hit ya' with the live stuff Suliman the Bronx Ripper on the live puff V Love, that's my money like dominoes Brooklyn do keep
see me? Tuck in your chains I got niggaz my pop's age that lifestyle ain't changed It's like wake up, move a brick, half of it slow Make car money, check
car What the hell is this, I'm a rap star Down at the station behind a closed door Interrogated by the fuckin law What they heard was word of mouth, there
Uhh, yeah, uhh Drag-On, E-V-E Bronx style Q, uhh, yeah, uhh, uhh Yeah, what, yeah, yo , yo [Drag-On] I'ma pop them guns, hit them niggas up Switch that
EPMD, youknowhatI'msayin? To the Brentwood Posse, somebody just say Make money money, make money money money MAKE MONEY MONEY, MAKE MONEY MONEY MONEY Everybody say make money money, make money money money MAKE MONEY MONEY, MAKE MONEY MONEY MONEY
smoker feels compelled to take another hit Just to ease the feelings of depression and sadness Good afternoon We're reporting live in the streets of the Bronx
home The streets is funny peeps'll kill you over piece of money, 'specially if you sleepin And don't keep it gully, I'm from the Bronx Home of niggas
850-i's wide Rovers, fuck a shover We drive high, neva sober Drive-by wit the scopa, black Scarface coke up Rather scarf in my face when I do a hold up Money