, watch out they fall We got chills I break it down and build again, I sit still I've got pills, I got chills I got chills, I got chills
Vertaling: Die Bronx. I Got Verkoudheid.
a reason all i want to do is die fuck the beats of a different heart what i'll do if you never tell bleed me an answer from i got chills break it down
with some 409 I always rhyme elite,stay on beat Travel in a posse when I walk the street Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max Now I don't speak much,I
until my knees got sore Kicked around some stories bout the night before Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill Through action at some freaks until one bitch got
I know I'm from the Bronx, she from the Brooklyn posse I tell ya look a little like this, then I tell you some that I Sometimes I got my gear on, sometimes
' better call his mama, and Nah, I ain't thuggin' I'm here to party And I, I don't party I'm here to thug I don't know taste this drink I think it's
t stop it I want you to know I love you I'm talkin' to you baby I'm talkin' to you sucker I love you I love you I have a special phone number where you
you wanna change for the children with a comma? For who? Me, I, myself, you know the one Doing what I gotta do when I do, come I just get off, not just that, yo I say I
. Flow] Hey yo no question I'm the best in this rap business No doubt I'm strapped, get back or get clapped rediculous son I'm flippin this one (don't
rocking till the sun shows I pop my junk my junk, I pop my junk my junk I pop my junk my junk, pop my junk my junk I pop my junk my junk, like what
To a renegade teacher, preacher then he got stomped 'Cause I'm a feature straight from the Bronx Productions Better known as Boogie Down If I was a king right now, I
Pythons used to talk to her sister named Yvette I speed it up, me and the Linx, was getting weeded up I beat it up, yeah I hit that, but I ain't seed
Niggaz I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk Memories of injuries wounds and burns Walkin through the streets of Medina I stand firm Because I know this, which means I
?v-ducts? I got props, believe it or not I never got caught, becuase I pay off the cops, yeah One of the livest niggaz in New York Sometimes I be chillin
my style, niggaz ain't sayin' nothin' 'Cause I'm buckwild without frontin' Raw to the core, I grew up poor Once I hit the door, I began to explore Curiosity
she push nice whips? Jealousy, I don't owe you, man I don't know you, man, I never sold you, man Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy I'm feelin' like Christ
