Turnu’ Babel II lyrics

[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. Jay?
When it’s chilly, the chopper spray; my n*ggas aggravated
The cribs are dilapidated, see Philly rottin’ way
The cops are corrupt; it’s hot, tryin’ not to get stuck
This why don’t nobody box, and you might get shot in the gut
We all duckin’ and dodgin’, I called it a lot of luck
So if you standin’ on the block, they might come and lock the sh*t up
Facts! Ain’t no brotherly love, for Pete’s sake
Work where? They either hustlin’ drugs or cheesesteaks
I’m a thug with a briefcase
It’s sad I understood that everything went bad in the hood, but the weed great
How, Sway? We got five-foot shooters; that’s child’s play
Legit got the short end of the stick in a foul way
n*gga, I don’t give a sh*t what the crowd say
I think we all should lower our heads and bow; let’s now pray
It’s Payne!

[Refren: D.V. Alias Khryst]
I’m tired of people smilin’ in my face, actin’ like they care
But they don’t give a f*ck about me
Fakin’ like they vibin’ to the end, never been a friend
’Cause they don’t give a f*ck about me
So watch me be blockin’ their sh*t
So they can’t see how we hit it
Stay low-key
[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 restu’ țării, da’ dacă urăști Bucureștiu’
Pentru noi ești doar un desculț care vorbești mult
Că nu te descurci, ai putea să vii să faci și bani
Da’ tu doar dai din maxilar, de parcă ești pastilat
Ține minte c-avem sângele latin
Și tre’ s-ai vorbele la tine, că locu’ 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 PET-uri
Nu-i totu’ perfect și nici nu va fi niciodată
Unii o să reușească să răzbată, alții o să cadă
Și nu suntem de aici nici juma’
Da’ suntem toți aici ac*ma, multă pace pentru toată lumea
Zi!

[Refren: D.V. Alias Khryst]
I’m tired of people smilin’ in my face, actin’ like they care
But they don’t give a f*ck about me
Fakin’ like they vibin’ to the end, never been a friend
’Cause they don’t give a f*ck about me
So watch me be blockin’ their sh*t
So they can’t see how we hit it
Stay low-key
[Punte: Chip-Fu]
Brooklyn people, y’all, y’all

[Strofa 3: Chip-Fu]
Ayo, Brooklyn is the place, and 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 its own
Now, when we’re done talk, we’re done talk; where we pick up a couple gunshots
I can catch a gun, but to a gun box; I know how to come back to (Brooklyn)
This bridge don’t cross, we’re ready for combat
And if we cross that 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 “Wah gwaan”
That’s how we heal up everybody that we meet and move on the line
’Cause Brooklyn is the place, and Brooklyn streets is where I roam
Don’t ever walk for yourself; which man will make you change your tone?
It’s real love; it’s the Brooklyn way, that’s how we set the tone
Run up your mouth, or you’ll be left six feet alone

[Refren: D.V. Alias Khryst]
I’m tired of people smilin’ in my face, actin’ like they care
But they don’t give a f*ck about me
Fakin’ like they vibin’ to the end, never been a friend
’Cause they don’t give a f*ck about me
So watch me be blockin’ their sh*t
So they can’t see how we hit it
Stay low-key