Traduction: Face à New York. Sommes-nous.
We are the young men, we are the desperation. We are a nervous wreck, we are the anxiety. We are the broken coin, the begging boys at your door. Call
women and died for it You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it New York City of God I 'den saved some of New York's prettiest broads
these young cowards bleed So if you see the kid spittin' shells it ain't 'gon be sunflower seeds Ya rims are too small rocks are too little When ya talk
be the new world flint ford auto mobil alabama windshield wiper buffalo new york gary indiana don't forget the motor city baltimore and d.c. now all we
, we gon' get it, its like this... [Hook] We gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it
And I've been accepted where you've been denied I'm the M-A-R, the Q-U-I-S Here to run down a rhyme at your request I'm the New York born, who's sharp
some said it wouldn't last In New York, they say that the tempo's too fast You disregarded, but the albums got charted We put 'em in the stores and millions
still out of reach ??? Its early fall There's a cloud in the New York skyline Innocence...dragged across a yellow line These are the hands that built America These are
ain't got a care in the world I'm fin' to drink this motherfucker right here till I hurl Admit it, I'm that motherfuckin' nigga you lovin' New York nigga
your ass and leave you for dead son Niggas who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound NYPD crit the flip, get on some New York undercover
, That's What Finna Do Girl You In My House, My Tongue In Your Mouth My Fourplay Better Then Ok, No Dought We Got Our Own Thing, See You Are My Bitch
of yak That bitchh and a vicious track? Sly Pro tools to boast Joe smooth I coast to the West like we're tired of living at New York here's a piggyback
, the Giants and Mets will play Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay? We hung about the stadium, we?ve got no place to stay We hung
Dallas, Cleveland, Cali., Philly, New York, and D.C. That's the life we live and we do the best we can Here we go on another tour back in stride again
that comes from a place we demand to stab you in the back and smile in your face take all entire niggas off the face of the earth and do away with all
man Mally G Whip a nigga ass for free And makin sure he see visions of me Rampage the talk of the town The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground