Текст песне : Fat Joe. Jealous One's Envy. Bronx Keeps Creating It.
Bronx keeps creating it, KRS-One
The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe
Bronx keeps creating it, KRS-One
The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe
Aiyyo, I said yes, yes, y'all-n, to the beat all-n
Always been no peace so I never like to ball in
But I maintain and keep a grip on the mic
And say a punchline that'll get the crowd hyped, right
I never could determine who's the best
It was either KRS or that nigga Lord Finesse
But now I maintain that's with my own career
Joe gettin' gold dough or somethin' wrong in here
'Cuz everybody knows I got the skills to pay the bills
Plus I got the flow 'cuz you know 'The hit is real'
What? Top notch, I give you nuttin' but the raw talent
But don't fake jax and make me have to get violent
You wouldn't like it when I flip the script
'Cuz when I flip the script, my glock can have an empty clip
Yeah, straight from the Ave of Trinity
I hate it when a juvenile tries to prove his masculinity
I got the whole vicinity locked down
Police hate it, look what they done to Tupac now
You make me wanna blast or somethin'
But for now I keep infiltratin' these crews that be frontin'
And all these other MC's be hatin' it
Because the Bronx keeps creatin' it, rock on
Bronx keeps creating it, KRS-One
The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe
Bronx keeps creating it, KRS-One
The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe
Aiyyo, I'm comin' on de dance with de spliff of sensei
The name is Fat Joe and the crew is BDP
Ninety-three, was the year that I debuted it
Representin' for all my niggaz gettin' booted
Now who is the number one Boricua on the set?
When in San Fran' I go check Sway and Tech
Otherwise I live the real live back in the BX
Known for transformin' on rappers like I'm Jesus
You didn't know I order hits and what not
Don't make me have to let the dogs loose
And hear the two-per shot, BOO-YA
Ain't it funny how nobody really cares
One minute you're here, the next minute you're under there
Word to Christ, I put out your lights
Every stripe's precise, K.O.'s in all fights
Fatal like Joe with this murderous flow
The Bronx keeps creatin' it, you know how that go, peace
Bronx keeps creating it, KRS-One
The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe, yeah
Bronx keeps creating it, KRS-One
The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe
Bronx keeps creating it, KRS-One
The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe
Aiyyo, I said yes, yes, y'all-n, to the beat all-n
Always been no peace so I never like to ball in
But I maintain and keep a grip on the mic
And say a punchline that'll get the crowd hyped, right
I never could determine who's the best
It was either KRS or that nigga Lord Finesse
But now I maintain that's with my own career
Joe gettin' gold dough or somethin' wrong in here
'Cuz everybody knows I got the skills to pay the bills
Plus I got the flow 'cuz you know 'The hit is real'
What? Top notch, I give you nuttin' but the raw talent
But don't fake jax and make me have to get violent
You wouldn't like it when I flip the script
'Cuz when I flip the script, my glock can have an empty clip
Yeah, straight from the Ave of Trinity
I hate it when a juvenile tries to prove his masculinity
I got the whole vicinity locked down
Police hate it, look what they done to Tupac now
You make me wanna blast or somethin'
But for now I keep infiltratin' these crews that be frontin'
And all these other MC's be hatin' it
Because the Bronx keeps creatin' it, rock on
Bronx keeps creating it, KRS-One
The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe
Bronx keeps creating it, KRS-One
The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe
Aiyyo, I'm comin' on de dance with de spliff of sensei
The name is Fat Joe and the crew is BDP
Ninety-three, was the year that I debuted it
Representin' for all my niggaz gettin' booted
Now who is the number one Boricua on the set?
When in San Fran' I go check Sway and Tech
Otherwise I live the real live back in the BX
Known for transformin' on rappers like I'm Jesus
You didn't know I order hits and what not
Don't make me have to let the dogs loose
And hear the two-per shot, BOO-YA
Ain't it funny how nobody really cares
One minute you're here, the next minute you're under there
Word to Christ, I put out your lights
Every stripe's precise, K.O.'s in all fights
Fatal like Joe with this murderous flow
The Bronx keeps creatin' it, you know how that go, peace
Bronx keeps creating it, KRS-One
The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe, yeah
Bronx keeps creating it, KRS-One
Fat Joe
Jealous One's Envy
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