I said you wanna be startin' somethin'. You got to be startin' somethin'. I said you wanna be startin' somethin'. You got to be startin' somethin'.

Yo, Gee, they can't stop me from rappin', can they? Can they, Hop? (Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall). I spit it through the wire, man.

I think I'm gonna lose my mind. Somethin' deep inside me, I can't give up. I think I'm gonna lose my mind. I roll and I roll 'til I'm out of luck.

I just need some time, I'm tryna think straight. I just need a moment in my own space. Ask me how I'm doin', I'll say "okay," yeah.

Моё имя — Тейп, а фамилия — «На бабках». Моё имя — Тейп, а фамилия — «На бабках».

Da janela o horizonte. A liberdade de uma estrada eu posso ver. O meu pensamento voa livre em sonhos. Pra longe de onde estou.

Uh, mh, k'yeah. R.I.P. to B.I.G. Classic shit. I'm looking for a nigga to give some babies. A hand full of Weezy's, sprinkle of Dave East.

(DA). Slide on a pimp game with my pinky ring. Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain. Why you claim that you rich? That's a false claim.

Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again. Because a vision softly creeping. Left its seeds while I was sleeping.

Workin' on the weekend like usual. Way off in the deep end like usual. Niggas swear they passed us, they doin' too much.

(For all them hoes that was frontin' on nigga back in the days, man) Know I'm sayin'?

Me. Can you focus on me? Baby, can you focus on me? Babe. Hands in the soap. Have the faucet's running and I keep looking at you.

All I talk about is money. 'Cause that's all I know. I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy. Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo.

Pela fé eu contemplo. Um homem de branco. No meio do templo. Com olhar de amor. Qual olhar de Senhor. Me atraindo pra si. Pela fé eu contemplo.

Ah, it's a plane, it's a bird, it's a zombie. Hahaha. The highest high, I'm Ayatollah. Rubber on my dick, allergic to baby strollers.

Because you know I'm all about that bass. 'Bout that bass, no treble. I'm all about that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble.

Amiga. O mundo quase te destruiu. Também estive lá. Amiga. Por muitos vales eu te encontrei. Chorando ao atravessar. Quando o vento soprou.

Hoje a jiripoca vai piar, vai. Vai piar a noite inteira. Hoje eu quero enxugar. Vou tomar muita cerveja. Hoje eu quero aliviar.

Je suis à quatre-vingt-onze mille lieues sous la merde. J'ai mille eu' sous la semelle (ouais, ouais, ouais).

[Текст песни «МОЙ КАЛАШНИКОВ»]. [Интро]. Ничего не страшно.

Você que tanto tempo faz. Você que eu não conheço mais. Você que um dia eu amei demais. Você que ontem me sufocou. De amor e de felicidade.