I'm still in black
Keeping all the puerto rican
I am nigger blood
With my black hood
With my shoe made of lizard
And you find it too hard?
I always stay here on guard
And he asks: nigga please
And i say, boss fuck me
Who told you to try to kill me
I know a guy who is at night, dawn
Still in black,still in black
Who's in charge here?
Who is the owner here?
Who sings the rap?
And who will want to slap?
Who enjoys multiple tapes and the falls
He likes to live, and travel
Nsync know my brother my nigga slevol
Always on the stretch, hair brush
I'm not in my ultimate rush
Mounted on a brand new blue nine hundred
Deny that there have more than one hundred
Expensive watch of course, hot brand
And i've got more than five in my hand
Relax the mind, if you do not stress
Watch out if you not the slash
Orica is all bum when i get
Because i have a mansion with no right nor left
Those model resting during the day, y'know
Has its own criteria, has his law
That hip has been set up that i know
Motel or at home in, oh let's in your
Snapper in the drive-in h.o. or the moonlight
At home will have party tonight
Still in black,still in black
Who's in charge here?
Who is the owner here?
Who sings the rap?
And who will want to slap?
I arrive at the parade with my thirty-eight
To take off their guts and rip off your fat
I have problems with drugs and rich
So what? you do not care about his bitch
I who command that shit
This is my singing rap
No nail, no baby slap
You leave the room without right or left