je ris, J'ai peur, Envie, Je sais De toutes les couleurs, je vais en voir A qui la faute ? Je suis l'un et l'autre Double je A qui la faute ?
see lil' nigga, I run New York, Yeah I live in CT lil' nigga, but I run New York, And I don't go to parties lil' nigga, but I run New York, And I stay
if you ain't spittin' acid, you goin' backwards These Bastards attack shit, fabulous, fatherless Marvelous, Shaolin niggaz from stompin' wood Killarm', T.M.F. connect with Ruthless Challenge new
Ya Betta lay low like popo Case ya aint know betta already know I gos in like project so So get it biggie mama b-r-double o-k-lyn drama Hey hey you
the cursor Recharge our essentials set the coordinates then flow Through a trillion miles of space with style embrace Next stop Pluto to rock these new
in your hotels, with pussy stinkin Massengil thrills flow through New York, to Hollywood hills Your male flow, I'm wipin asscracks like Mop-N-Glo MC's get inserts, thrash style
you want it I didn't think so nigga, you're fuckin with a major Even X-Men couldn't save ya Yup I'm a new bad boy New York stalker Crash MCs, they need
that cat is corny I kick it to you and I dare that clown to run up on me When nights are stormy I be thinkin about your pretty smile, gritty style But
Betta lay low like popo Case ya ain't know betta already know I gos in like project so So get it biggie mama b-r-double o-k-lyn drama Hey hey you you
Betta lay low like popo Case ya aint know betta already know I gos in like project so So get it biggie mama b-r-double o-k-lyn drama Hey hey you
away holdin they jaws Wishin they had drawers, tossed posters plus sneaky stores Balls be gettin licked kid on whatever airline Restroom style courtesy
did you lay back and didn't bother with his name cat [Verse 1:] Cause the style you spit is suspect Full color photo on a 20-song project Every track
-et ho All niggas eatin' (Woah) Wreckin' ball gangsters, unleash the law Straight up, colorful drawers, bad whores On the weekend eat a raw style like
shit We gonna R U double F R Y D E Revolver, semi-automatic an' a P.G. Hooptie getaway, driver breathe easy Explain things further, murder or get murdered We gonna R U double
thinkin in your hotels, with pussy stinkin Massengil thrills flow through New York, to Hollywood hills Your male flow, I'm wipin asscracks like Mop-N-Glo MC's get inserts, thrash style
jet to Miami an' back When I tear through new school, all y'all records is whack I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers an' you know I deliver The double N, enough
little food for thought, as I tell it, cause if it happened to this cat, then it can happen to you, do the knowledge [song starts] I was sittin' outside double