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