bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock and Clinton You know my shit is hitting Yeah, ya'll a fly nigga, Biggie Smalls Kickin' flavor, make a
guns and badges They played rat-a-tat-tat on me head But if I had the gatty-gat-gat, they'd be dead A victim of a big fat 187 And little devils don'
my glocks like a popular friend Sniffin Oxy-Cottin, we rock till the popular says Merciful fate, we at the gates, I hurt you for cake Cause Red Planets like a
He hating, bust up on him He plotting, plot up on him Show mercy, to no opponent War better for it, guns this is what Shock him, without a cord Guerillas
! Gotta git ya a base, out there at yer place With a forty-foot pole on the chimney With a thousand watts in yer flowerpots And a ree-mote line in the
50 Cent] Call me crazy, 'cause i'll show a nigga no mercy everyother day i hear niggas tryna murk me but its all hood, my nigga its all good stay with a
nigga, this is what it is Tupac cut his head bald Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (You PUSSY Nigga!) Tupac wear a bandana You wan' wear a bandana Tupac put a
homme mes douleurs et mes peines Je traine de Hall en Hall Quitte a finir a Fresnes On m?a presente la rue, frere Et j?en ai fait ma reine On m?a dit
a portee de main Ca roule a moins qu'tu flaires frere Lache le frein, defoule-toi et puis desserre tes bras Ca sert aussi a ca l'son Donc garcon mord a l
bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock, and Clinton You know my shit is hitting Yeah ya'll a fly nigga, Biggie Smalls Kicking flavor, make a
l'oseille on sait comment faire C'est le son du tertere rafales de revolvers sans problemes baiser l'systeme judiciaire, on sait l'faire (Merci a damien
, this is what it is Tupac cut his head bald Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (You PUSSY Nigga!) Tupac wear a bandana You wan' wear a bandana Tupac put a
suis pas buraga sur killiane J?ai plus de monde, plus de honte et tout a perdre man Ma chespora je l?amene fier comme Maradona A Naple ou a la junior
plus a comprendre D'ou provient ces liens C'est aller trop loin C'est l'histoire sans fin Merci a Dieu de nous avoir sorti de la misere A jour tout c'
une marche sur Jerusalem Le monde sera plus a l?aise Apportons l'amour et l'olivier N'appellera plus a l'aide Conflits pour l'autorite, tout ca n'en
vamp you with the shotgun Cops try to flex.. but guns they'll never find.. My Lethal Weapon's my mind! [Chorus x2: Rakim, "Microphone Fiend"] "A lethal weapon.. A lethal weapon.. A
like a popular friend Sniffin Oxy-Cottin, we rock till the popular says Merciful fate, we at the gates, I hurt you for cake Cause Red Planets like a Shit
'reveiller a chaque soleil elever des gosses, finir patron aucune fausse note a l'horizon Benjamin Biolay : On a pas tous les memes choses a perdre ni tous les memes choses a gagner on a