Turnu’ Babel II

Lyrics

[Intro: RJ Payne] Oh Hey, Vlad, what up? You know what time it is It's Payne! Let's go [Strofa 1: RJ Payne] Now don't be silly, I'm not for play Should I represent the city like Gilly and Dr. Jay? When it's chilly, the chopper spray; my niggas aggravated The cribs are dilapidated, see Philly rottin' way The cops are corrupt; it's hot, tryin' not to get stuck This why don't nobody box, and you might get shot in the gut We all duckin' and dodgin', I called it a lot of luck So if you standin' on the block, they might come and lock the shit up Facts! Ain't no brotherly love, for Pete's sake Work where? They either hustlin' drugs or cheesesteaks I'm a thug with a briefcase It's sad I understood that everything went bad in the hood, but the weed great How, Sway? We got five-foot shooters; that's child's play Legit got the short end of the stick in a foul way Nigga, I don't give a shit what the crowd say I think we all should lower our heads and bow; let's now pray It's Payne! [Refren: D.V. Alias Khryst] I'm tired of people smilin' in my face, actin' like they care But they don't give a fuck about me Fakin' like they vibin' to the end, never been a friend 'Cause they don't give a fuck about me So watch me be blockin' their shit So they can't see how we hit it Stay low-key [Strofa 2: Vlad Dobrescu] Yeah, uh, check Mult lume comenteaz-n plus, tot ce-am de spus: invidia doare Toat lumea vrea la mas, dar nu i la v�ntoare Chiar iubesc restu' rii, da' dac urti Bucuretiu' Pentru noi eti doar un descul care vorbeti mult C nu te descurci, ai putea s vii s faci i bani Da' tu doar dai din maxilar, de parc eti pastilat ine minte c-avem s�ngele latin i tre' s-ai vorbele la tine, c locu' din care vin E fcut s te cleasc, o s te testeze Deja suntem peste dou milioane de viei �n acest amestec Unii stau la teras i beau Prosecco la nici doi metri Alii scotocesc prin tomberoane dup PET-uri Nu-i totu' perfect i nici nu va fi niciodat Unii o s reueasc s rzbat, alii o s cad i nu suntem de aici nici juma' Da' suntem toi aici acuma, mult pace pentru toat lumea Zi! [Refren: D.V. Alias Khryst] I'm tired of people smilin' in my face, actin' like they care But they don't give a fuck about me Fakin' like they vibin' to the end, never been a friend 'Cause they don't give a fuck about me So watch me be blockin' their shit So they can't see how we hit it Stay low-key [Punte: Chip-Fu] Brooklyn people, y'all, y'all [Strofa 3: Chip-Fu] Ayo, Brooklyn is the place, and Brooklyn streets is where I roam Don't ever walk for self; in other words, don't walk alone 'Cause when you get shot, many got dropped, many get chopped, many heads got flown on First robberies and dead bodies when they got its own Now, when we're done talk, we're done talk; where we pick up a couple gunshots I can catch a gun, but to a gun box; I know how to come back to (Brooklyn) This bridge don't cross, we're ready for combat And if we cross that line of scrimmage, it's too late for one if we run back (Brooklyn) So own a better respect to die and not be swept upon But in all life's a deception, if avoid disrespect to be stepped upon (Brooklyn) You'll be greeted with the "Wah gwaan" That's how we heal up everybody that we meet and move on the line 'Cause Brooklyn is the place, and Brooklyn streets is where I roam Don't ever walk for yourself; which man will make you change your tone? It's real love; it's the Brooklyn way, that's how we set the tone Run up your mouth, or you'll be left six feet alone [Refren: D.V. Alias Khryst] I'm tired of people smilin' in my face, actin' like they care But they don't give a fuck about me Fakin' like they vibin' to the end, never been a friend 'Cause they don't give a fuck about me So watch me be blockin' their shit So they can't see how we hit it Stay low-key