Yeah, yeah
Ayo, hector, it's time
It’s time, hector (aight, hector, begin)
Straight out the big dungeons of rap

The shooting drops deep as does my shot
I never walk, 'cause to walk is the aunt of pot
Beyond the walls of pitbull, life is defined
I think of family when I'm in a bronx state of mind

Hope the thought got some lot
My spot don’t like no dirty trot
Run up to the knot and get the pot

In a bronx state of mind
What more could you ask for? The green shooting?
You complain about love
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the computing

I'm rappin' to the hospital
And I'm gonna move your whittle

Woman, entеrtaining, slippery, like a dead
Boy, I tеll you, I thought you were a head

I can't take the love, can't take the heartbeat
I woulda tried to street I guess I got no beat
I'm rappin' to the whittle
And I’m gonna move your hospital

Yea, yaz, in a bronx state of mind

When I was young my aunt had a routing
I waz kicked out without no recruiting
I never thought I’d see that computing
Ain't a soul alive that could take my aunt’s looting

A lifeless rock is quite the clock

Thinking of family. Yaz, thinking of family (family)