Does your friend have a friend, with some legs and an interest in the things that I say? That's her blowing smoke ring, and alone you can't imagine the
Перевод: Sick City. Включение глав.
[Intro] (sample) Over the city, the city that will soon be laid waste by war, now it is still alive, biding its time. Nobody has yet come to suspect
[scratched: "It's the new!!"] Yeah! Yeah, Busta Bust down, Flipmode now I know what y'all feel like doin Go 'head and crash your whip in the fuckin
'm drivin in, come with funk halogen Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty Gritty, smack the driver's head
if it's he or she I'm the virgin of hip hop Nobody fuckin' with me I know your type, you a ride dick nigga Cry sick nigga, lied quick nigga Out of turn
it ain't no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you) Niggaz step up, with just Mase and 'em (yeah) Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah) The Brick City
this wrist? When a scar look like this Yo' ass get scared, a bitch would learn Versatile don't pay for titties Know your name, gettin' head in the range of the city
freak who givin' head who won't stop Bow down when ya pass thru Knoc turn'al god damn you Bitch, you ain't 'bout shit, my bad Turn off the lights, don
the crackhouse [Buckshot] Let's take a walk through Crown Heights Steppin through the city at night, with the ? and two mic Form a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughs Head
shots, can you remember? (let's do it again) Barry him told his bitch go to the prom and die (do it a) Didn't lie shot his-self in the head with the
white T's get filthy quick And we ain't caughin' or sneezin', but the camp is sick Uh, stop frontin', y'all don't wanna pull triggers Lifetime, sex In the city
call me Lupe, I'll be your new day They wanna smell like me, they want my bouquet But they can't, they accented like the U.K. Turn that Ude Lupe to Pepe
team hardcore, all the girls do adore Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzz-ore Sizzz-ore Get it in, get it out, turn it up, turn it down Big
around and get your food ate boy My razor make your face ke-loid Then I throw my drink at you (woo!) just to make that shit burn We make heads turn when
gun, can?t use those knives You got a bullet, well just pull it And if you trip, get pistol-whipped By a psychomaniac sick in his head Wanna be a gangster
won wars dig this rap shit is one more win he fucked wit me loving to corrupt the city Lord if it's my turn then please come an get me. *(Chorus