[Notorius B.I.G.]
My Detroit players
Timbs to my hooligans in Brooklyn
[Verse 1, Andy Panda]
It looks like Brooklyn.
Dogs go by the smell, when dogfather is in the kennel.
Troubles? Bloody Babylon is not a joke.
Cloud's individuals are lifeless like grannies.
A heavy Biggie is on my shoulder and a monkey is on my neck.
My Scythians are at my side, the same Nikes are on my feet.
It's not the Billboard, but I'm from the same gang.
I'm flying to Compton to take my brother.
Don't threaten South Blocks, my homies live there.
I'm Bob to myself, but the other way.
Clubs are not for us, we are different, we are not getting high on it.
We gather in the flat and have a rest far from the others.
If you want to come closer, the black mouths will gobble you.
Flow is fast as fucking Bolt, yo.
No matter how long you search, we are the rarest sort.
The notorious criminals get in the way.
Hajime is in touch, if you asked for.
[Refrain, Miyagi]
No no no fear, no lie
Listen my rhythm, hands up,
I talk about a legalize.
If you scared,
shut the fuck up, my nephew scared.
(x2)
[Verse 2, TumaniYO]
You can see here the sneakers on the wires
and people, who are blacker than black.
The problems are not in the words,
it's like the crashed Molotov cocktail.
Heads get smashed and bongs warmed up in these matters.
I left the room to remind you,
who is Jamaica, wake up street.
My black magic broke the fader.
Everything is homemade, the sound goes from the basement,
this is how our katana was hardened and it is cutting now.
Panda has increased the sound, it's a classic of the genre.
In the city of winds, from low places - it's my Chicago.
Hey yo, flow
Yo, we were raised in the microdistrict
and now the sound is aiming over the horizon and across the borders,
far beyond of all the worthless bureaus.
The shoulders of my guys is my support and prop.
Protect you body from the bass,
it tears the monitor like cardboard.
From the mountains to the steppes -
like from Brooklyn to Compton.
[Refrain] (x3)