Better You Than Me Q-Unique

Hook [whispering]
It's all fun till someone loses life
Till someone fucks your wife
Till someone takes your life

It's all fun till someone loses life
Till someone fucks your wife
Till someone takes your life

[Q-Unique: Verse 1]

I was born in the borough of Biggie, bright lights, big city
And raised where the Yankees play
And thank the day that my blank way shrank away
I cranked what I say till I run to the bank with pay
It's all relative like Puerto Rican cousins
And of course settled it, recorded speaker hundreds
I kid you not, the streets are sewn with a stitch of Tony Sopranos
And your sweets at home could be a witch like Alyssa Milano
Verified it all in my youth and I was terrified
By the wall of the lies and the truth
My parental guidance experiment with mental violence
Sentenced to incidental silence, is it vital yet?
My words should serve as a list of do's or don'ts
And if your world is the curve it could twist till your views get smoked
The best known equation is based on individual
And labels clone creation to collect residuals