You was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight You little FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger than you I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews (*"Watch out!! We run New York" -> KRS-One*) Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit So you won't confuse it with just rap music Uh, we kill you motherfuckin ants with a sledgehammerĭon't let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your drama Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy This is grown man BIA, get you rolled into triageīeatch - your reach ain't long enough, dunny You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win? Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest It's like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test Artista: Jay-Z Letra de canción de música
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