Fordítás: Halálos B. Előre Riddim (Lethal Bizzle).
Fordítás: Halálos B. New Era.
Fordítás: Halálos B. A.
Microphone check, yo, yeah They won't call me a nigga They won't call me a nigga Listen to the preacher man, but are you talkin' to me? I can't hear
get on point Well it seems like our bad boys have theirselves in a bit of a jam Seems like Bristal got his back up against the wall Well, let's see how Rob B
N-gga just got my voice insured Yea, look at me now b-tch! Look at me now (x3) I'm getting paper Look at me now (x3) Look at me now, b-tch!
's talkin' about Everyone get back, this is a rap jack I'm takin' your kids' brains, you ain't gettin' 'em back With a move of perfection, my dissection Some call it lethal
cleaner than the star All these broads won't give me my props 25 on the bank I be stunting on there ass And they mad cause the b-tch won't stop [Chorus
Prada A nigga like jungle to always come through Shine in yo hood whenever the fuck you want to 'Cause I'ma B R A V E H E A R T from Q B Put 'em up
Cleveland ya do whateva like he say Then flip again, in the Land, got tha upperhand cause I got tha gripping good delay If you niggaz can dash, wit' tha lethal
Prodigy, H A V O C, M O B B, uh huh, yeah Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Know what I'm sayin'? Forty first side Niggaz know how we do, right, right I can see
After "Get Rich" you weren't the same man Flyin' by the sky like Starscream T.B.S. & G-Unit! Fuck all the niggas on his team My money ain't over! Check it! T.B
Make some noise if you're with me Armed as erection, popular election Getting paid every year like tax collection Hear my perfection, rotary connection Taking MC's down by lethal
Yeah Hey yo trick How you gonna come up wit something like this, man? Yeah, when this come on They'll be like, "Uh huh", ha ha Red zone Yo, B2K Yo, where
Gun jammin') Y'all beef let's meet like Subway sandwiches You have no idea Crack heads furnish your homes like Ikea, over here Bricks, B R I C K Where
Kani And two black guys when I get busy like the L.I Well I, swing it back and forth like a leaf Without traffic I flow like the B.Q.E But I can pass
[The Notorious B.I.G] I went from Construction Timbs to Ac's with rims, Flippin' mix tapes to bitches feedin' me grapes, Peep my mind state, Big Poppa
off! Get out! Hahahaha! Yeah yeah D A P's to the Y Tulisa and Faze Jack shack, fat jack The whole gang Maiz, three ash, three C, 3D J-B's J-B's yeah
