me of myself before i fell apart like a drug infected heart all along in a city by the sea dirty leaves fall around all alone and suddenly it seems dirty leaves
Tulkojums: Bronx. Dirty lapas.
apart Like a drug infected heart We're all alone In the city by the sea The dirty leaves fall all alone We're all alone And suddenly it seems The dirty leaves
, I'm gonna get this nigga, leave the Cadillac runnin? Yo, Uptown got haze, Miami got crippy I'm fucked up, I slipped my own self a Mickie Doin? dirty
forty nights and every verse is tight Better than before, rough, rugged and raw Chainsaw metaphor that leave your brain sore This ain't a game, I'll leave
with mobsters I got shit locked from Prospect Ave. to the tropics Sitting on top of the world like the sun A living legend from the Bronx, second to none
roll back into they holes They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York Slither in the streets, of Manhattan In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx
When they gamble, I tear them like flannel, you wanna battle? You is a dreamer, I put up my Benz, you put up your Beamer I guarantee ya, I leave ya standin
' Year later terminated for no reason Got a new girl as the leaves turn brown Seein' me stressed said she would hold me down Had to move to the Bronx
, Mr. Bronx'' and bitch, one-two-zero I'm down in Jazzy T's, I spend thousand G's, I like them hoes That dance for me, then they leave wit me Oh, so
in this game they'll have you drained and strangles Don't go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles Don't sleep on, I leave your knee torn,
crib, and put your brains on you Barkley posters Got no time to be boxing around I got the ox and the pound I'll leave you in the box in the ground
, huh?) (Terror Squad, First Family) Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yeah, yeah uh Yo it's that motherfuckin' Bronx nigga Don shit Run up
a pair of ducks who can flip like i do? spit like NaS too? rock a yankee fitted, still throw up piru? rock a dodger fitted in the middle of the bronx
the 'Kiss, you ain't gon' breathe The only time I lick in the air is New Year's Eve Sonny from 'Bronx Tale,' you can't leave Get kissed on yo' cheek,
t gon' breathe The only time I lick in the air is New Year's Eve Sonny from "Bronx Tale," you can't leave Get kissed on yo' cheek then you meant to die
douche pussy nigga Wrap the ?? Mac which faggot is death kiss Three time classic wit my favorite bronx bombers Soldier armor holdin ass would be smarter And dirty
Lucky Niggas know that my hands are dirty But still can't touch me In this game if you're clean you can get all the money When you start gettin' dirty
