From the top From the top Do superior {sendo riscado repetidamente} Shut up Shut up cala a boca Shut up Shut up cala a boca Shut up Shut up cala a boca Shut up when I’m talking to you Shut up when I’m talking to you cala a boca (quando eu lhe estou falando) Shut up Shut up cala a boca Shut up Shut up cala a boca Shut up Shut up cala a boca Shut up Shut up cala a boca I’m about to br— I’m about to br— Eu estou aproximadamente… Wasn’t that fun? Wasn’t that fun? Não era esse divertimento, não deixava a tentativa algo mais Let’s try something else Let’s try something else Quarenta killa mas outta de cinco caliber o filla Forty-five caliber killa Forty-five caliber killa Villa de Dela que vai mostrar irmãos do yall como você não um gorilla but out of the philla-dela-realla but out of the philla-dela-realla Liso falando o concilla da arma automática inteiramente show yall brothas how you not a guerilla show yall brothas how you not a guerilla Thriller do gosto, thriller da ruptura, Smooth talking, fully automatic weapon concealer Smooth talking, fully automatic weapon concealer Deixa para bater o em com o filla do salto Taste thriller, break thriller Taste thriller, break thriller Standin Filthy do stinkin na terra contínua Let’s hit ’em with the bounce filler Let’s hit ’em with the bounce filler Ser ainda submergir do sinkin e os parques Filthy stinking, standing on solid ground Filthy stinking, standing on solid ground Ser ainda Linkin arrancam a carne quando seus começos, And still be sinking, submerging in the parks And still be sinking, submerging in the parks Foder que seu pensar, seu não um mirage Still be linking, plucked beef when it starts Still be linking, plucked beef when it starts Im em um trator do fuckin da mãe fora da garagem To fuck your thinking, it’s not a mirage To fuck your thinking, it’s not a mirage Com o se através do pato, mas seu duro evitar I’m in the motherfucking tractor, yo, from out the garage I’m in the motherfucking tractor, yo, from out the garage Na parte traseira desse spine onde mentira dos meus cães With an if, you to duck, but it’s hard to dodge With an if, you to duck, but it’s hard to dodge Ir lançá-lo squad separado do ya do rippin ascendente reto In the back of the spine where my dawgs, they lie In the back of the spine where my dawgs, they lie X ao estilo do ecutioner, cortam e misturam-se Going to flip it straight up, ripping apart your squad Going to flip it straight up, ripping apart your squad Como um hangin do syringe você de cada um dos membros do ya X-ecutioner style, cuts and blends like a syringe X-ecutioner style, cuts and blends like a syringe Ver-me comin através do partido do ya duramente Hanging you from each of your limbs Hanging you from each of your limbs Sem nenhum bodyguard See me coming through the party hard without no bodyguard See me coming through the party hard without no bodyguard Fumando algo stompin em cada um do ya Tims Smoking something, stomping on each of you Tims Smoking something, stomping on each of you Tims Im o B ao L o A o rei de C I’m the B-to-the-L, the A, the C, K I’m the B-to-the-L, the A, the C, K E quando vier a planear o pensamento And when it comes to planning And when it comes to planning Para manter-se pensar do homem The thought to keep thinking, man The thought to keep thinking, man cala a boca Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up