Traduction: Face à New York. Fly On The Wall.
Navigated into my own hole, I've got a stunning view Of all I can't control. It's insulated but the walls are cold. One foot on the ground. One eye on
we brought The hottest shit to bang from L.A. to the streets of New York Chorus All my people, get drunk, get high - WHATTUP? Get money, get rich, get fly
on point, the paintjob are new york minute made Check my armor no clouds in my stones Projects ringin standing by the cornerstore Two glock on me,
outta here, Lord let us live [The Game] Is that Michelle Chrisette Black Wall, Coollie High, Scott Storch, let's ride '08 to infinity California, New York
blood out, me and homie back to back Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between
blood out (me and homie) back to back (Both loaded workin) we about to pitch a (shut out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything
in, blood out, me and homie back to back Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything
A million names on walls engraved in plaques Those who went back, received penalties for the axe Another heart is torn as close ones mourn Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on
wrappin their hands up in plastic bags On stage like a savage goin mad WHAT? Yeah yeah, sooooooooooooo! [Prodigy] Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it Put cream on
Short dog, y'all, what you thought, y'all? Oakland, B K, New york y'all Be the voice for the streets we supply for years And go platinum on our most
