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[Verse 1: I'll Bill] Live at Giants Stadium with Ghostface & Van Halen, Crypress hill & ACDC too Sarah Palin is a Wu-Tang fan, she was chilling with Diddy During "motherless child", she wild out and showed us her titties Sign of the black mark, digital triple six cash cards Devils clashing with Ansaars, bitches grabbing their tampons I have to thank God for the places he put me Or rather for hip hop and the places it took me Aim at the game, hit the scoreboard with the sawed-off The world, trying to recite what I write could cause your jaw to fall off Flow is unique speak to the people, my flow is the street Words are the traffic lights and my soul is the beat My discipline is like walking on hot coals with the feet My confidence is like how you feel when you're holding the heat But you don't need ratchets to validate the fact that you're great But watch ya mouth, I'm old school, you'll get cracked in the face In Farragut Road, trapped in the cold My fingers numb from bagging up coke, stranded on the planet of chrome In the jungle where the cannibals roam Smashing with ratchets at your dome Creeping up amongst assassins of the soul [Verse 2: Q-Unique] I'm a Brooklyn beast bringing honour amongst crooks and thieves Fill the bong and let's cook these trees In the words of a murder fanatic blasting with the black ratchet I'm a burner mechanic SongtexteI'm here with Howie's nephew, together we connecting the dots We at Giant's Stadium in the executive box In the constellation of rappers I'm the top stars Superbad, macloving and shooting at cop cars Yeah we all loading the clip and feeling the heat But nah y'all ain't killing the street like I'll and Unique Spit venomous shit like a coiled snake King And grab the cash in your safe behind the oil painting Running through New York's major blocks blazing Glocks And decepticons lasers pop at Megan Fox It's the Fox 5 Newsroom where my sanity dies Cause I get more truth out of watching Family Guy The black Yankee fitted over the black doorag The black banana clip thrown in the black schoolbag My memories of Lafayette High When I walk between the Coney Island thugs and the Mafia ties Aus Songtexte Mania