's talk about it Yeah, yeah, yeah Ma, I told you, I'm not here to fuss or fight But I see it, all you wanna do is cuss all night In front of the kids
Tradução: Harlem World. Los chicos no.
Tradução: Harlem World. No a los niños (Con Rashad).
about it Yeah, yeah, yeah Ma, I told you, I'm not here to fuss or fight But I see it, all you wanna do is cuss all night In front of the kids, you tryin
at Come to Compton I'll show you where the racquet's at Down the street from the staples centers where they hack-a-shack Give the advance money back I am not
girl And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet, holding hands From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world As
who's guilty. I mean, c'mon, let's kick the ballistics here: Ain't no Uzi's made in Harlem. Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thing is bigger
? We gon' turn it out [Immortal Technique] Yeah, I'm not a crack rapper, I'm not a backpacker (ha ha ha) I'm not a wack rapper, moonlighting as a bad
the hundreth time? Sendin flowers to funerals, readin rest in peace You know the usual, death comes in threes Life is short is what some nigga said Not
Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back Niggaz
good clean air Skin softer than the softest fabrics You heard about me, how I ball like the Dallas Mavericks Sayin' anything you want, you can have it That's Harlem World
wear it if it fit ya, y'all thirteen inches I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
hundredth time? Sendin' flowers to funerals, readin' rest in peace You know the usual, death comes in threes Life is short is what some nigga said Not
buy it I need percentages I don't care who the hottest Lil' nigga I think BIG like Christopher Wallace And I (and I) won't stop till my grand kids' grand kids
wearing it I'll fit ya, y'all thirteen inches I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit' ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
girl The kids round here look just like shadows Always quiet, holding hands From the churches to the jails Tonight all is silence in the world As we