Versuri: Turnu Babel II

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. J?
When it's chilly, the chopper spray, my niggas aggravated
The cribs are dilapidated, see Philly rot in the way
The cops are corrupt, it's hot trying not to get stuck
This one on nobody box, so you might get shot in the gut
We all ducking and dodging, I called it a lot of luck
So if you standing on the block, they might come and lock thi
s shit up
Facts, ain't no brotherly love, for peace sakes
Work where they either hustling drugs or cheesesteaks
I'm a thug with a briefcase
It's sad I understood that everything went bad in the hood, but the weedgreat
How swayed, we got five foot shooters, that's child's play
Legit got the short end of the stick in a five way
Nigga, I don't give a shit what the crowd say
I think we all should lower our head and bow
Let's now pray

Refren (D.V. Alias Khryst):
'Cause I'm tired of people smiling in my face, acting like they care
But they don't give a fuck about me
Faking like they vibin' too
Never been a friend, 'cause they don't give a fuck about me
So watch me be rockin' shit, so they can't see how we hit it

Strofa 2 (Vlad Dobrescu):
Yeah, uh, check
Multă lume comentează-n plus
Tot ce-am de spus: invidia doare
Toată lumea vrea la masă, dar nu și la vânătoare
Chiar iubesc restul țării, dar dacă urăști Bucureștiul
Pentru noi ești doar un desculț, care vorbești mult, că nu te descurci
Ai putea să vii să faci și bani, dar tu doar dai din maxilar de parcă ești pastilat
Ține minte că avem sângele latin
Și trebuie să ai vorbele la tine că locul din care vin e
Făcut să te călească, o să te testeze
Deja suntem peste două milioane de vieți în acest amestec
Unii stau la terasă și beau Prosecco
La nici doi metri, alții scotocesc prin tomberoane după peturi
Nu-i totul perfect și nici nu va fi niciodată
Unii o să reușească să răzbată, alții o să cadă
Și nu suntem de aici nici juma', dar suntem toți aici acuma
Multă pace pentru toată lumea!
Zi!

Refren (D.V. Alias Khryst):
'Cause I'm tired of people smiling in my face, acting like they care
But they don't give a fuck about me
Faking like they vibin' too
Never been a friend, 'cause they don't give a fuck about me
So watch me be rockin' shit, so they can't see how we hit it

Strofa 3 (Chip-Fu):
Brooklyn people, y'all, y'all
Hey, yo, Brooklyn is the place in 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 it's own
Now when we're done talk, we're done talk
Where we pick up a couple gunshots
I can catch agun, but to a gun box, I know how to come back to (Brooklyn)
This bridge doesn't cross, we're ready for combat
And if we crossthat 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 walk one
That's how weheal up everybody that we meet and move on the line. Because Brooklyn is the place in Brooklyn streets is where I roam
Don't ever walk for yourself, which man will make you change your tone
It's real love is the Brooklyn way, that's how we set the tone
Run up your mouth or you'll left six feet alone

Refren (D.V. Alias Khryst):
'Cause I'm tired of people smiling in my face, acting like they care
But they don't give a fuck about me
Faking like they vibin' too
Never been a friend, 'cause they don't give a fuck about me
So watch me be rockin' shit, so they can't see how we hit it

Outro (D.V. Alias Khryst):
Stay low key