Dennis Lambert, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Yafeu Fula, Johnny Lee Jackson, Malcolm Greenidge, Bruce Washington, Frannie Golde, Duane S. Hitchings
(It's a race to the death)
(Inside the most criminal prison in America)
Yeah
(If you think there's no justice, think again)
Ayo
(Now only ha-) I think y'all gonna like this next song
(Inside the secret cell block) I think they do
(Where they keep the baddest of the bad) when this song drops
(Y'all got to go crazy)
I want all the West Coast people to give up some love when this song come up
(If you do the crime) y'all got to go crazy
(You just might do the time) they try to ban this song
They don't wanna play my song
But they want to play Fat Boy all goddamn day
(What?)
Come on, come on (take money)
Come on, come on (take money)
Come on, come on (take money)
What's up nigga?
First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy, niggas fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip (rip)
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride tonight
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know (niggas say)
Grab ya Glocks when you see Tupac (what?)
Call the cops when you see Tupac, uh (what?)
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, we hit em' up
(Take money) yes, yo, ha
Outlawz in this motherfucker (take money)
West Coast (Take money)
What's up? (So live)
What's up? (Yeah, yeah)
Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo
Biggie Smalls just got shot
Little Moo, pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right for settin' traps
Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of ya
Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through, nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.f.i.a. In front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I push packages every hour, hit 'em up
Oh
Call the cops when you see Tupac
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up (say what?)
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas gettin' killed with ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high, niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' 'bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you niggas livin' bummy, why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug livin' outta prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?
Ha, ha, now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A.K. I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em-
I'm from N-E-W Jers'
Where plenty murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Now check the scenario
Little Ceas', I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Copping pleas in de Janeiro
Big mama, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up
(What the fuck?) Please tell me, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my clique looting, shooting and polluting your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass East coast props
Brainstormed and locked (you's a, you's a)
You's a beat biter (what?)
A Pac style taker (taker)
I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alizé with a chaser
About to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I Mean approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfucking joke
Nigga, better be known
We approaching in the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a battle lost
I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off (ha, ha)
Nigga, I hit 'em up
What? What?
Ha (uh)
Yeah (uh-huh)
We hit 'em up
Grab ya Glocks, when you see Tu-, what? (Say what?)
Call the cops (grab ya Glocks)
Come on with the next shit (yeah)
Who shot me? But ya punks didn't finish
Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, we hit em' up
That's right (take money)
Go
Yo
Y'all gotta keep this shit real
(It's a race to the death)
Es ist ein Wettlauf bis zum Tod
(Inside the most criminal prison in America)
(In der kriminellsten Strafanstalt in Amerika)
Yeah
Yeah
(If you think there's no justice, think again)
(Wenn du denkst, es gibt keine Gerechtigkeit, denk nochmal nach)
Ayo
Ayo
(Now only ha-) I think y'all gonna like this next song
(Jetzt nur noch-) Ich glaube, euch wird der nächste Song gefallen
(Inside the secret cell block) I think they do
(In der geheimen Zelle) Ich glaube, das tun sie
(Where they keep the baddest of the bad) when this song drops
(Wo sie die schlimmsten der Schlimmen aufbewahren) wenn dieser Song läuft
(Y'all got to go crazy)
(Ihr müsst alle ausrasten)
I want all the West Coast people to give up some love when this song come up
Ich möchte, dass alle Leute an der Westküste Liebe zeigen, wenn dieser Song kommt
(If you do the crime) y'all got to go crazy
(Wenn du das Verbrechen begehst) ihr müsst komplett ausrasten
(You just might do the time) they try to ban this song
(Dann wirst du vielleicht dafür büßen) sie versuchen, diesen Song zu verbieten
They don't wanna play my song
Sie wollen meinen Song nicht spielen
But they want to play Fat Boy all goddamn day
Aber sie wollen den Fat Boy den ganzen verdammten Tag spielen
(What?)
(Was?)
Come on, come on (take money)
Komm schon, komm schon (nimm Geld)
Come on, come on (take money)
Komm schon, komm schon (nimm Geld)
Come on, come on (take money)
Komm schon, komm schon (nimm Geld)
What's up nigga?
Was ist los, Nigga?
First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim
Zuerst mal, fick deine Bitch und die Clique, zu der du gehörst
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
Westside, wenn wir fahren, kommen wir mit Spielereien
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
Du behauptest, ein Spieler zu sein, aber ich habe deine Frau gefickt
We bust on Bad Boy, niggas fucked for life
Wir schießen auf Bad Boy, Niggas ficken für immer
Plus Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip (rip)
Außerdem versucht Puffy, mich zu sehen, schwache Herzen reiße ich auf (reiß auf)
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches
Biggie Smalls und Junior M.A.F.I.A., ein paar mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Wir kommen weiter, während wir nach deinen Juwelen rennen
Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules
Ständig am ballern, immer wieder auf diese Narren, du kennst die Regeln
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Lil' Ceaser, frag deinen Homie, wie ich dich zurücklasse
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Schneide deinen jungen Hintern in Stücke, lasse dich in Stücken liegen, sei nun verstorben
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Lil' Kim, leg dich nicht mit echten G's an
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
Schnell, um deinen hässlichen Arsch von der Straße zu schnappen, also fuck Frieden
I let them niggas know it's on for life
Ich lasse diese Niggas wissen, es ist für immer
Don't let the Westside ride tonight
Lass die Westside heute Abend nicht fahren
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Bad Boy auf Wachs ermordet und getötet
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know (niggas say)
Fick mit mir und lass deine Mütze abziehen, du weißt (Niggas sagen)
Grab ya Glocks when you see Tupac (what?)
Nimm deine Glocks, wenn du Tupac siehst (was?)
Call the cops when you see Tupac, uh (what?)
Ruf die Polizei, wenn du Tupac siehst, äh (was?)
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Wer hat mich angeschossen? Aber ihr Penner habt es nicht beendet
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Jetzt werdet ihr den Zorn eines Schurken spüren
Nigga, we hit em' up
Nigga, wir haben sie erledigt
(Take money) yes, yo, ha
(Nimm Geld) Ja, yo, ha
Outlawz in this motherfucker (take money)
Outlawz in dieser Hure (nimm Geld)
West Coast (Take money)
Westküste (Nimm Geld)
What's up? (So live)
Was geht? (So lebe)
What's up? (Yeah, yeah)
Was geht? (Yeah, yeah)
Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo
Mach Platz, yo, mach Platz, yo
Biggie Smalls just got shot
Biggie Smalls wurde gerade angeschossen
Little Moo, pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back
Kleiner Moo, reich mir das MAC und lass mich ihn in den Rücken schießen
Frank White need to get spanked right for settin' traps
Frank White muss richtig verhauen werden, weil er Fallen gestellt hat
Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of ya
Kleine Unfallmörder und ich habe noch nie von euch gehört
Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Giftige Pistolen greifen an, wenn ich euch diene
Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank
Verprügel dich, stech dich ganz aus, wenn ich dich fange
Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Behüte deinen Rang, denn ich knalle deinen Hintern im Feld
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through, nigga
Puffy schwächer als der verdammte Block, den ich durchrenne, Nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.f.i.a. In front of you, nigga
Und ich rauche Junior M.A.F.I.A. vor dir, Nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Mit der bereiten Kraft, verstecke meine Vermutung unter meinem Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I push packages every hour, hit 'em up
Dein Einfluss ist erbärmlich sauer, ich verkaufe stündlich Pakete, baller sie um
Oh
Oh
Call the cops when you see Tupac
Ruf die Polizei, wenn du Tupac siehst
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Wer hat mich angeschossen? Aber ihr Penner habt es nicht beendet
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Jetzt werdet ihr den Zorn eines Schurken spüren
Nigga, I hit em' up (say what?)
Nigga, ich habe sie erledigt (sag was?)
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
Sieh, wie wir es machen, halte es echt, das ist Gefängnisstahl
This ain't no freestyle battle
Das hier ist kein Freestyle-Kampf
All you niggas gettin' killed with ya mouths open
Ihr alle werdet getötet, während ihr eure Münder offen habt
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Versucht, aus mir rauszukommen, ihr hofft in den Wolken
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high, niggas think they learned to fly
Rauchendes Gras ist wie ein Sherm-High, Niggas denken, sie hätten gelernt zu fliegen
But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Aber sie brennen, Motherfucker, du verdienst es zu sterben
Talkin' 'bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
Du redest davon, Geld zu bekommen, aber für mich ist es lustig
All you niggas livin' bummy, why you fuckin' with me?
Ihr alle lebt wie Penner, warum zum Teufel hängt ihr mit mir rum?
I'm a self-made millionaire
Ich bin ein selbstgemachter Millionär
Thug livin' outta prison, pistols in the air
Ein Schläger, der außerhalb des Gefängnisses lebt, Pistolen in der Luft
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
Biggie, erinnerst du dich, als ich dich auf dem Sofa schlafen ließ
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?
Und bettelte, dass eine Schlampe dich im Haus schlafen lässt?
Ha, ha, now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Ha, ha, jetzt geht es nur noch um Versace, du hast meinen Stil kopiert
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Fünf Schüsse konnten mich nicht niederwerfen, ich habe es genommen und gelächelt
Now I'm back to set the record straight
Jetzt bin ich zurück, um die Dinge klarzustellen
With my A.K. I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mit meiner A.K. bin ich immer noch der Schläger, den du hasst
Motherfucker, I hit 'em-
Motherfucker, ich habe sie erwischt-
I'm from N-E-W Jers'
Ich komme aus N-E-W Jers'
Where plenty murders occurs
Wo es viele Morde gibt
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Keine Punkte oder Kommata, wir bringen allen Kräutern Drama
Now check the scenario
Überprüfe jetzt das Szenario
Little Ceas', I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Little Ceas', ich bringe euch falsche Gangster auf die Knie
Copping pleas in de Janeiro
Kopieren bitte in de Janeiro
Big mama, is you coked up or doped up?
Big Mama, bist du zugedröhnt oder high?
Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up
Lass deine kleine Junior Whopper Clique aufgeräuchert werden
(What the fuck?) Please tell me, is you stupid?
(Was zum Teufel?) Sag mir bitte, bist du dumm?
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
Ich nehme Geld, fahre durch Brooklyn und mache alles platt
With my clique looting, shooting and polluting your block
Mit meiner Clique plündere, schieße und verseuche deine Straße
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Mit einer 15-Schuss-Glocke auf deinem Knoten
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch
Outlaw MAFIA Clique rückt noch eine Stufe höher
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
Und deine Popstars werden erwischt, gefegt und fallen gelassen
All your fake-ass East coast props
Alle deine verfickten Ostküstenprops
Brainstormed and locked (you's a, you's a)
Ausgedacht und verschlossen (du bist, du bist)
You's a beat biter (what?)
Du bist ein Beat-Kopierer (was?)
A Pac style taker (taker)
Ein Pac-Stil-Dieb (Dieb)
I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a faker
Ich sage es dir ins Gesicht, du bist nichts als ein Faker
Softer than Alizé with a chaser
Weicher als Alize mit einem Chaser
About to get murdered for the paper
Ich stehe kurz davor, für das Papier ermordet zu werden
E.D.I Mean approach the scene of the caper
E.D.I Mean nähert sich dem Ort des Verbrechens
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Wie ein Verrückter, mit Little Ceas' in einem Würgegriff
Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfucking joke
Waffenrauch, wir sind kein verdammter Witz
Nigga, better be known
Nigga, besser bekannt
We approaching in the wide open, gun smoking
Wir kommen im weiten offenen Raum, rauchende Waffen
No need for hoping, it's a battle lost
Kein Grund zur Hoffnung, es ist eine verlorene Schlacht
I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off (ha, ha)
Ich habe sie gekreuzt, sobald der Funk anfängt zu knallen (ha, ha)
Nigga, I hit 'em up
Nigga, ich habe sie erwischt
What? What?
Was? Was?
Ha (uh)
Ha (uh)
Yeah (uh-huh)
Ja (uh-huh)
We hit 'em up
Wir haben sie erwischt
Grab ya Glocks, when you see Tu-, what? (Say what?)
Hol deine Glocks, wenn du Tu-, was? (Sag was?)
Call the cops (grab ya Glocks)
Ruf die Polizei (hol deine Glocks)
Come on with the next shit (yeah)
Mach weiter mit dem nächsten Scheiß (ja)
Who shot me? But ya punks didn't finish
Wer hat mich angeschossen? Aber ihr Penner habt es nicht beendet
Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Jetzt werdet ihr den Zorn eines Schurken spüren
Nigga, we hit em' up
Nigga, wir haben sie erwischt
That's right (take money)
Genau (nimm Geld)
Go
Los
Yo
Yo
Y'all gotta keep this shit real
Ihr müsst diesen Scheiß echt halten
(It's a race to the death)
(É uma corrida até a morte)
(Inside the most criminal prison in America)
(Dentro da prisão mais criminosa da América)
Yeah
Sim
(If you think there's no justice, think again)
(Se você acha que não há justiça, pense novamente)
Ayo
Ayo
(Now only ha-) I think y'all gonna like this next song
(Agora só ha-) Acho que vocês vão gostar dessa próxima música
(Inside the secret cell block) I think they do
(Dentro da cela secreta) Acho que eles gostam
(Where they keep the baddest of the bad) when this song drops
(Onde eles mantêm os piores dos piores) quando essa música toca
(Y'all got to go crazy)
(Vocês têm que enlouquecer)
I want all the West Coast people to give up some love when this song come up
Quero que todas as pessoas da Costa Oeste mostrem algum amor quando essa música começar
(If you do the crime) y'all got to go crazy
(Se você comete o crime) vocês têm que enlouquecer
(You just might do the time) they try to ban this song
(Você pode cumprir a pena) eles tentam banir essa música
They don't wanna play my song
Eles não querem tocar minha música
But they want to play Fat Boy all goddamn day
Mas querem tocar Fat Boy o dia todo maldito
(What?)
(O quê?)
Come on, come on (take money)
Vamos lá, vamos lá (pegue dinheiro)
Come on, come on (take money)
Vamos lá, vamos lá (pegue dinheiro)
Come on, come on (take money)
Vamos lá, vamos lá (pegue dinheiro)
What's up nigga?
E aí mano?
First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim
Primeiro, foda-se sua vadia e a gangue que você representa
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
Costa Oeste quando andamos, venha equipado com jogo
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
Você se diz um jogador, mas eu comi sua esposa
We bust on Bad Boy, niggas fucked for life
Nós explodimos o Bad Boy, negros fodidos para a vida
Plus Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip (rip)
Além disso, Puffy tentando me ver, corações fracos eu rasgo (rasgo)
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches
Biggie Smalls e Junior M.A.F.I.A. são uns otários
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Continuamos chegando enquanto corremos por suas joias
Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules
Atirando constantemente, continuamos atirando nesses tolos, você conhece as regras
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Lil 'Ceaser, pergunte ao seu mano como eu te deixo
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Corto sua bunda jovem, deixo você em pedaços, agora seja falecido
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Lil 'Kim, não brinque com G's reais
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
Rápido para arrancar sua feia bunda das ruas, então foda-se a paz
I let them niggas know it's on for life
Eu deixo esses negros saberem que é para a vida
Don't let the Westside ride tonight
Não deixe a Costa Oeste andar esta noite
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Bad Boy assassinado em cera e morto
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know (niggas say)
Foda-se comigo e leve um tiro na cabeça, você sabe (negros dizem)
Grab ya Glocks when you see Tupac (what?)
Pegue suas Glocks quando você vê Tupac (o quê?)
Call the cops when you see Tupac, uh (what?)
Chame a polícia quando você vê Tupac, uh (o quê?)
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Quem atirou em mim? Mas vocês otários não terminaram
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Agora você está prestes a sentir a ira de um ameaça
Nigga, we hit em' up
Negro, nós acertamos em cheio
(Take money) yes, yo, ha
(Pegue dinheiro) sim, yo, ha
Outlawz in this motherfucker (take money)
Outlawz neste filho da puta (pegue dinheiro)
West Coast (Take money)
Costa Oeste (Pegue dinheiro)
What's up? (So live)
E aí? (Tão vivo)
What's up? (Yeah, yeah)
E aí? (Sim, sim)
Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo
Saia do caminho, yo, saia do caminho, yo
Biggie Smalls just got shot
Biggie Smalls acabou de levar um tiro
Little Moo, pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back
Little Moo, passe a MAC e deixe-me acertá-lo nas costas
Frank White need to get spanked right for settin' traps
Frank White precisa ser castigado direito por armar armadilhas
Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of ya
Pequenos assassinos acidentais e eu nunca ouvi falar de você
Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Gats venenosos atacam quando estou te servindo
Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank
Bato em você, esfaqueio todo o seu estilo quando eu roubo
Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Proteja sua posição porque eu vou te derrubar na pintura
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through, nigga
Puffy é mais fraco do que o maldito quarteirão por onde estou correndo, negro
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.f.i.a. In front of you, nigga
E estou fumando Junior M.A.f.i.a. na sua frente, negro
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Com o poder pronto escondido sob meu Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I push packages every hour, hit 'em up
Sua influência é amarga, eu empurro pacotes a cada hora, acerto em cheio
Oh
Oh
Call the cops when you see Tupac
Chame a polícia quando você vê Tupac
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Quem atirou em mim? Mas vocês otários não terminaram
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Agora você está prestes a sentir a ira de um ameaça
Nigga, I hit em' up (say what?)
Negro, eu acerto em cheio (diga o quê?)
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
Veja como fazemos, mantemos real, é aço penitenciário
This ain't no freestyle battle
Isso não é nenhuma batalha de freestyle
All you niggas gettin' killed with ya mouths open
Todos vocês negros sendo mortos com a boca aberta
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Tentando se dar bem comigo, você está esperando nas nuvens
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high, niggas think they learned to fly
Fumando droga é como um barato de sherm, negros pensam que aprenderam a voar
But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Mas eles queimam filho da puta, você merece morrer
Talkin' 'bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
Falando que você está ganhando dinheiro, mas é engraçado para mim
All you niggas livin' bummy, why you fuckin' with me?
Todos vocês negros vivendo miseravelmente, por que você está fodendo comigo?
I'm a self-made millionaire
Eu sou um milionário feito por mim mesmo
Thug livin' outta prison, pistols in the air
Thug vivendo fora da prisão, pistolas no ar
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
Biggie, lembra quando eu costumava deixar você dormir no sofá
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?
E implorar a uma vadia para deixar você dormir na casa?
Ha, ha, now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Ha, ha, agora é tudo sobre Versace, você copiou meu estilo
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Cinco tiros não puderam me derrubar, eu levei e sorri
Now I'm back to set the record straight
Agora estou de volta para acertar as contas
With my A.K. I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Com minha A.K. ainda sou o bandido que você adora odiar
Motherfucker, I hit 'em-
Filho da puta, eu acerto em cheio
I'm from N-E-W Jers'
Eu sou de N-E-W Jers'
Where plenty murders occurs
Onde ocorrem muitos assassinatos
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Sem pontos ou vírgulas, trazemos drama para todos vocês ervas
Now check the scenario
Agora verifique o cenário
Little Ceas', I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Little Ceas', eu trago vocês falsos G's para os joelhos
Copping pleas in de Janeiro
Implorando por favor no Rio de Janeiro
Big mama, is you coked up or doped up?
Big mama, você está cheirada ou drogada?
Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up
Faça sua pequena gangue Junior Whopper ser fumada
(What the fuck?) Please tell me, is you stupid?
(Que porra é essa?) Por favor, me diga, você é estúpido?
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
Eu pego dinheiro, bato e esmago pelo Brooklyn
With my clique looting, shooting and polluting your block
Com minha gangue saqueando, atirando e poluindo seu quarteirão
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Com uma Glock de 15 tiros apontada para o seu nó
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch
Gangue Outlaw MAFIA subindo mais um degrau
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
E suas estrelas pop estouram e são varridas e derrubadas
All your fake-ass East coast props
Todos os seus falsos props da costa leste
Brainstormed and locked (you's a, you's a)
Chuva de ideias e trancadas (você é, você é)
You's a beat biter (what?)
Você é um mordedor de batida (o quê?)
A Pac style taker (taker)
Um tomador de estilo Pac (tomador)
I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a faker
Eu te digo na cara, você não é nada além de um falso
Softer than Alizé with a chaser
Mais suave que Alizé com um perseguidor
About to get murdered for the paper
Prestes a ser assassinado pelo papel
E.D.I Mean approach the scene of the caper
E.D.I Mean se aproxima da cena do crime
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Como um louco, com Little Ceas' em um estrangulamento
Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfucking joke
Portando arma e fumando, nós não somos nenhuma maldita piada
Nigga, better be known
Negro, é melhor ser conhecido
We approaching in the wide open, gun smoking
Estamos nos aproximando em campo aberto, arma fumegante
No need for hoping, it's a battle lost
Não há necessidade de esperança, é uma batalha perdida
I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off (ha, ha)
Eu os tenho cruzados assim que a funk começa a estourar (ha, ha)
Nigga, I hit 'em up
Negro, eu acerto em cheio
What? What?
O quê? O quê?
Ha (uh)
Ha (uh)
Yeah (uh-huh)
Sim (uh-huh)
We hit 'em up
Nós acertamos em cheio
Grab ya Glocks, when you see Tu-, what? (Say what?)
Pegue suas Glocks, quando você vê Tu-, o quê? (Diga o quê?)
Call the cops (grab ya Glocks)
Chame a polícia (pegue suas Glocks)
Come on with the next shit (yeah)
Vamos com a próxima merda (sim)
Who shot me? But ya punks didn't finish
Quem atirou em mim? Mas vocês otários não terminaram
Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Agora você está prestes a sentir a ira de um ameaça
Nigga, we hit em' up
Negro, nós acertamos em cheio
That's right (take money)
Isso mesmo (pegue dinheiro)
Go
Vá
Yo
Yo
Y'all gotta keep this shit real
Vocês têm que manter essa merda real
(It's a race to the death)
(Es una carrera hasta la muerte)
(Inside the most criminal prison in America)
(Dentro de la prisión más criminal de América)
Yeah
Sí
(If you think there's no justice, think again)
(Si crees que no hay justicia, piénsalo de nuevo)
Ayo
Ayo
(Now only ha-) I think y'all gonna like this next song
(Ahora solo ha-) Creo que os va a gustar esta próxima canción
(Inside the secret cell block) I think they do
(Dentro de la celda secreta) Creo que sí
(Where they keep the baddest of the bad) when this song drops
(Donde guardan a los peores de los peores) cuando esta canción suene
(Y'all got to go crazy)
(Todos tienen que volverse locos)
I want all the West Coast people to give up some love when this song come up
Quiero que toda la gente de la Costa Oeste muestre algo de amor cuando esta canción suene
(If you do the crime) y'all got to go crazy
(Si cometes el crimen) todos tienen que volverse locos
(You just might do the time) they try to ban this song
(Puede que cumplas el tiempo) intentan prohibir esta canción
They don't wanna play my song
No quieren poner mi canción
But they want to play Fat Boy all goddamn day
Pero quieren poner a Fat Boy todo el maldito día
(What?)
(¿Qué?)
Come on, come on (take money)
Vamos, vamos (toma dinero)
Come on, come on (take money)
Vamos, vamos (toma dinero)
Come on, come on (take money)
Vamos, vamos (toma dinero)
What's up nigga?
¿Qué pasa negro?
First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim
Primero, jódete a tu perra y al grupo que reclamas
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
Westside cuando montamos, venimos equipados con juego
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
Afirmas ser un jugador pero me follé a tu esposa
We bust on Bad Boy, niggas fucked for life
Disparamos a Bad Boy, negros jodidos de por vida
Plus Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip (rip)
Además Puffy intenta verme, corazones débiles que rompo (rompo)
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches
Biggie Smalls y Junior M.A.F.I.A. son unos maricones
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Seguimos viniendo mientras corremos por tus joyas
Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules
Disparando constantemente, seguimos disparando a esos tontos, conoces las reglas
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Lil' Ceaser, pregúntale a tu amigo cómo te dejo
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Corto tu joven culo, te dejo en pedazos, ahora descansa en paz
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Lil' Kim, no juegues con verdaderos G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
Rápido para arrancar tu feo culo de las calles, así que jódete la paz
I let them niggas know it's on for life
Dejo que esos negros sepan que es para toda la vida
Don't let the Westside ride tonight
No dejes que la Costa Oeste monte esta noche
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Bad Boy asesinado en cera y matado
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know (niggas say)
Jódete conmigo y te volarán la tapa, ya sabes (los negros dicen)
Grab ya Glocks when you see Tupac (what?)
Agarra tus Glocks cuando veas a Tupac (¿qué?)
Call the cops when you see Tupac, uh (what?)
Llama a la policía cuando veas a Tupac, uh (¿qué?)
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
¿Quién me disparó? Pero vosotros, cobardes, no terminasteis
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Ahora vais a sentir la ira de un amenaza
Nigga, we hit em' up
Negro, les disparamos
(Take money) yes, yo, ha
(Toma dinero) sí, yo, ja
Outlawz in this motherfucker (take money)
Outlawz en esta madre (toma dinero)
West Coast (Take money)
Costa Oeste (Toma dinero)
What's up? (So live)
¿Qué pasa? (Tan vivo)
What's up? (Yeah, yeah)
¿Qué pasa? (Sí, sí)
Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo
Aparta el camino, yo, aparta el camino, yo
Biggie Smalls just got shot
Biggie Smalls acaba de recibir un disparo
Little Moo, pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back
Little Moo, pasa la MAC y déjame pegarle en la espalda
Frank White need to get spanked right for settin' traps
Frank White necesita ser castigado correctamente por poner trampas
Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of ya
Pequeños asesinos accidentales y nunca he oído hablar de ti
Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Las gats venenosas atacan cuando te estoy sirviendo
Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank
Te azoto, te apuñalo todo el estilo cuando te robo
Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Guarda tu rango porque voy a aplastar tu culo en la pintura
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through, nigga
Puffy es más débil que el maldito bloque por el que corro, negro
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.f.i.a. In front of you, nigga
Y estoy fumando a Junior M.A.f.i.a. delante de ti, negro
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Con el poder listo metido en mi Guess debajo de mi Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I push packages every hour, hit 'em up
Tu influencia es bastante agria, empujo paquetes cada hora, les disparo
Oh
Oh
Call the cops when you see Tupac
Llama a la policía cuando veas a Tupac
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
¿Quién me disparó? Pero vosotros, cobardes, no terminasteis
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Ahora vais a sentir la ira de un amenaza
Nigga, I hit em' up (say what?)
Negro, les disparo (¿decir qué?)
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
Mira cómo lo hacemos, mantenemos la realidad, es acero penitenciario
This ain't no freestyle battle
Esto no es una batalla de freestyle
All you niggas gettin' killed with ya mouths open
Todos vosotros negros os estáis matando con la boca abierta
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Intentando subir a costa de mí, estás en las nubes esperando
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high, niggas think they learned to fly
Fumando droga es como un viaje de sherm, los negros piensan que aprendieron a volar
But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Pero arden hijos de puta, merecéis morir
Talkin' 'bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
Hablando de que estáis ganando dinero pero es gracioso para mí
All you niggas livin' bummy, why you fuckin' with me?
Todos vosotros negros viviendo como vagabundos, ¿por qué os metéis conmigo?
I'm a self-made millionaire
Soy un millonario hecho a sí mismo
Thug livin' outta prison, pistols in the air
Vida de matón fuera de la prisión, pistolas en el aire
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
Biggie, recuerda cuando te dejaba dormir en el sofá
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?
Y suplicaba a una perra que te dejara dormir en la casa?
Ha, ha, now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Ja, ja, ahora todo es sobre Versace, copiaste mi estilo
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Cinco disparos no pudieron derribarme, lo tomé y sonreí
Now I'm back to set the record straight
Ahora vuelvo para poner las cosas en su sitio
With my A.K. I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Con mi A.K. todavía soy el matón que amas odiar
Motherfucker, I hit 'em-
Hijo de puta, les disparo-
I'm from N-E-W Jers'
Soy de N-E-W Jers'
Where plenty murders occurs
Donde ocurren muchos asesinatos
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Sin puntos ni comas, traemos drama a todas vuestras hierbas
Now check the scenario
Ahora revisa el escenario
Little Ceas', I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Little Ceas', te traeré a tus falsos G's de rodillas
Copping pleas in de Janeiro
Suplicando en de Janeiro
Big mama, is you coked up or doped up?
Big mama, ¿estás drogada o dopada?
Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up
Haz que tu pequeño grupo Junior Whopper sea fumado
(What the fuck?) Please tell me, is you stupid?
(¿Qué coño?) Por favor dime, ¿eres estúpido?
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
Tomo dinero, choco y aplasto a través de Brooklyn
With my clique looting, shooting and polluting your block
Con mi grupo saqueando, disparando y contaminando tu bloque
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Con un Glock de 15 disparos apuntando a tu nudo
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch
El grupo mafioso Outlaw subiendo otro escalón
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
Y tus estrellas del pop son disparadas y se caen y caen
All your fake-ass East coast props
Todas vuestras falsas propiedades de la costa este
Brainstormed and locked (you's a, you's a)
Ideas preconcebidas y bloqueadas (eres un, eres un)
You's a beat biter (what?)
Eres un mordedor de ritmo (¿qué?)
A Pac style taker (taker)
Un ladrón del estilo de Pac (ladrón)
I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a faker
Te lo diré en tu cara, no eres más que un farsante
Softer than Alizé with a chaser
Más suave que Alizé con un chaser
About to get murdered for the paper
A punto de ser asesinado por el papel
E.D.I Mean approach the scene of the caper
E.D.I Mean se acerca a la escena del delito
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Como un loco, con Little Ceas' en un estrangulamiento
Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfucking joke
Portando armas y fumando, no somos ninguna maldita broma
Nigga, better be known
Negro, mejor que se sepa
We approaching in the wide open, gun smoking
Nos acercamos a campo abierto, con las armas humeando
No need for hoping, it's a battle lost
No hay necesidad de esperar, es una batalla perdida
I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off (ha, ha)
Los tengo cruzados tan pronto como la funk empieza a sonar (ja, ja)
Nigga, I hit 'em up
Negro, les disparo
What? What?
¿Qué? ¿Qué?
Ha (uh)
Ja (uh)
Yeah (uh-huh)
Sí (uh-huh)
We hit 'em up
Les disparamos
Grab ya Glocks, when you see Tu-, what? (Say what?)
Agarra tus Glocks, cuando veas a Tu-, ¿qué? (¿Decir qué?)
Call the cops (grab ya Glocks)
Llama a la policía (agarra tus Glocks)
Come on with the next shit (yeah)
Vamos con la siguiente mierda (sí)
Who shot me? But ya punks didn't finish
¿Quién me disparó? Pero vosotros, cobardes, no terminasteis
Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Ahora vais a sentir la ira de un amenaza
Nigga, we hit em' up
Negro, les disparamos
That's right (take money)
Eso es correcto (toma dinero)
Go
Vamos
Yo
Yo
Y'all gotta keep this shit real
Tenéis que mantener esta mierda real
(It's a race to the death)
(C'est une course à la mort)
(Inside the most criminal prison in America)
(Dans la prison la plus criminelle d'Amérique)
Yeah
Ouais
(If you think there's no justice, think again)
(Si vous pensez qu'il n'y a pas de justice, pensez encore)
Ayo
Ayo
(Now only ha-) I think y'all gonna like this next song
(Maintenant seulement ha-) Je pense que vous allez aimer cette prochaine chanson
(Inside the secret cell block) I think they do
(Dans la cellule secrète) Je pense qu'ils le font
(Where they keep the baddest of the bad) when this song drops
(Où ils gardent les plus méchants des méchants) quand cette chanson tombe
(Y'all got to go crazy)
(Vous devez devenir fous)
I want all the West Coast people to give up some love when this song come up
Je veux que tous les gens de la côte Ouest donnent de l'amour quand cette chanson arrive
(If you do the crime) y'all got to go crazy
(Si vous commettez le crime) vous devez devenir fous
(You just might do the time) they try to ban this song
(Vous pourriez juste faire le temps) ils essaient d'interdire cette chanson
They don't wanna play my song
Ils ne veulent pas jouer ma chanson
But they want to play Fat Boy all goddamn day
Mais ils veulent jouer Fat Boy toute la putain de journée
(What?)
(Quoi?)
Come on, come on (take money)
Allez, allez (prendre de l'argent)
Come on, come on (take money)
Allez, allez (prendre de l'argent)
Come on, come on (take money)
Allez, allez (prendre de l'argent)
What's up nigga?
Qu'est-ce qui se passe mec?
First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim
D'abord, baise ta salope et la clique que tu revendiques
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
Westside quand nous roulons, viens équipé de jeu
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
Tu prétends être un joueur mais j'ai baisé ta femme
We bust on Bad Boy, niggas fucked for life
Nous éclatons sur Bad Boy, niggas baisés pour la vie
Plus Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip (rip)
De plus, Puffy essaie de me voir, les cœurs faibles que je déchire (déchire)
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches
Biggie Smalls et Junior M.A.F.I.A. quelques salopes marquées
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Nous continuons à venir pendant que nous courons pour tes bijoux
Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules
Steady gunnin', continue à tirer sur ces imbéciles, tu connais les règles
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Lil 'Ceaser, va demander à ton pote comment je te laisse
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Coupe ton jeune cul, te laisse en morceaux, maintenant sois décédé
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Lil 'Kim, ne baise pas avec de vrais G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
Rapide pour arracher ton vilain cul des rues, alors baise la paix
I let them niggas know it's on for life
Je laisse ces niggas savoir que c'est pour la vie
Don't let the Westside ride tonight
Ne laisse pas la Westside rouler ce soir
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Bad Boy assassiné sur cire et tué
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know (niggas say)
Baise avec moi et fais sauter tes casquettes, tu sais (les niggas disent)
Grab ya Glocks when you see Tupac (what?)
Attrapez vos Glocks quand vous voyez Tupac (quoi?)
Call the cops when you see Tupac, uh (what?)
Appelez les flics quand vous voyez Tupac, uh (quoi?)
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Qui m'a tiré dessus? Mais vous punks n'avez pas fini
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Maintenant, vous êtes sur le point de ressentir la colère d'un fléau
Nigga, we hit em' up
Nigga, nous les frappons
(Take money) yes, yo, ha
(Prends de l'argent) oui, yo, ha
Outlawz in this motherfucker (take money)
Outlawz dans ce motherfucker (prendre de l'argent)
West Coast (Take money)
Côte Ouest (Prends de l'argent)
What's up? (So live)
Quoi de neuf? (Si vivant)
What's up? (Yeah, yeah)
Quoi de neuf? (Ouais, ouais)
Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo
Sortez du chemin, yo, sortez du chemin, yo
Biggie Smalls just got shot
Biggie Smalls vient de se faire tirer dessus
Little Moo, pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back
Petit Moo, passe le MAC et laisse-moi le frapper dans le dos
Frank White need to get spanked right for settin' traps
Frank White a besoin d'être bien fessé pour avoir tendu des pièges
Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of ya
Petits meurtriers accidentels et je n'ai jamais entendu parler de toi
Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Les gats empoisonnés attaquent quand je te sers
Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank
Je te fesse, je te poignarde tout le style quand je te gank
Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Garde ton rang parce que je vais te claquer le cul dans la peinture
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through, nigga
Puffy plus faible que le putain de bloc que je traverse, nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.f.i.a. In front of you, nigga
Et je fume Junior M.A.f.i.a. Devant toi, nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Avec le pouvoir prêt à tucker mon Guess sous mon Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I push packages every hour, hit 'em up
Ta clout petty sour, je pousse des colis toutes les heures, frappe-les
Oh
Oh
Call the cops when you see Tupac
Appelez les flics quand vous voyez Tupac
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Qui m'a tiré dessus? Mais vous punks n'avez pas fini
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Maintenant, vous êtes sur le point de ressentir la colère d'un fléau
Nigga, I hit em' up (say what?)
Nigga, je les frappe (dis quoi?)
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
Regardez comment nous le faisons, restez réel, c'est de l'acier pénitentiaire
This ain't no freestyle battle
Ce n'est pas une bataille de freestyle
All you niggas gettin' killed with ya mouths open
Tous vous niggas vous faites tuer avec la bouche ouverte
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Essayant de monter sur moi, vous espérez dans les nuages
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high, niggas think they learned to fly
Fumer de la dope c'est comme un high sherm, les niggas pensent qu'ils ont appris à voler
But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Mais ils brûlent motherfucker, tu mérites de mourir
Talkin' 'bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
Parlant de toi en train de gagner de l'argent mais c'est drôle pour moi
All you niggas livin' bummy, why you fuckin' with me?
Tous vous niggas vivant bummy, pourquoi tu baises avec moi?
I'm a self-made millionaire
Je suis un millionnaire autodidacte
Thug livin' outta prison, pistols in the air
Thug vivant hors de prison, pistolets dans l'air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
Biggie, souviens-toi quand je te laissais dormir sur le canapé
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?
Et supplier une salope de te laisser dormir dans la maison?
Ha, ha, now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Ha, ha, maintenant tout est à propos de Versace, tu as copié mon style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Cinq coups ne pouvaient pas me faire tomber, je l'ai pris et j'ai souri
Now I'm back to set the record straight
Maintenant je suis de retour pour remettre les choses au clair
With my A.K. I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Avec mon A.K. Je suis toujours le voyou que tu aimes détester
Motherfucker, I hit 'em-
Motherfucker, je les frappe-
I'm from N-E-W Jers'
Je viens de N-E-W Jers'
Where plenty murders occurs
Où beaucoup de meurtres se produisent
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Pas de points ni de virgules, nous apportons du drame à toutes vos herbes
Now check the scenario
Maintenant, vérifiez le scénario
Little Ceas', I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Petit Ceas', je vais amener tes faux G's à genoux
Copping pleas in de Janeiro
Copping plaît à de Janeiro
Big mama, is you coked up or doped up?
Grande maman, es-tu cokée ou droguée?
Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up
Faites fumer votre petite clique Junior Whopper
(What the fuck?) Please tell me, is you stupid?
(Qu'est-ce que c'est que ça?) S'il vous plaît, dites-moi, êtes-vous stupide?
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
Je prends de l'argent, je m'écrase et je traverse Brooklyn
With my clique looting, shooting and polluting your block
Avec ma clique pillant, tirant et polluant votre bloc
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Avec un Glock à 15 coups sur votre nœud
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch
Outlaw MAFIA clique monte d'un cran
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
Et vos stars de la pop ont éclaté et se sont fait mopper et tomber
All your fake-ass East coast props
Tous vos faux accessoires de la côte Est
Brainstormed and locked (you's a, you's a)
Réfléchis et verrouille (tu es un, tu es un)
You's a beat biter (what?)
Tu es un mordu de beat (quoi?)
A Pac style taker (taker)
Un preneur de style Pac (preneur)
I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a faker
Je te le dirai en face, tu n'es rien qu'un imposteur
Softer than Alizé with a chaser
Plus doux que l'Alizé avec un chaser
About to get murdered for the paper
Sur le point de se faire assassiner pour le papier
E.D.I Mean approach the scene of the caper
E.D.I Mean approche la scène du caper
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Comme un loc, avec Little Ceas' dans une étranglement
Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfucking joke
Gun totin 'smoke, nous ne sommes pas une putain de blague
Nigga, better be known
Nigga, il vaut mieux être connu
We approaching in the wide open, gun smoking
Nous approchons à découvert, arme à feu fumante
No need for hoping, it's a battle lost
Pas besoin d'espérer, c'est une bataille perdue
I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off (ha, ha)
Je les ai croisés dès que le funk se met à bopper (ha, ha)
Nigga, I hit 'em up
Nigga, je les frappe
What? What?
Quoi? Quoi?
Ha (uh)
Ha (uh)
Yeah (uh-huh)
Ouais (uh-huh)
We hit 'em up
Nous les frappons
Grab ya Glocks, when you see Tu-, what? (Say what?)
Attrapez vos Glocks, quand vous voyez Tu-, quoi? (Dis quoi?)
Call the cops (grab ya Glocks)
Appelez les flics (attrapez vos Glocks)
Come on with the next shit (yeah)
Allez avec la prochaine merde (ouais)
Who shot me? But ya punks didn't finish
Qui m'a tiré dessus? Mais vous punks n'avez pas fini
Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Maintenant, vous êtes sur le point de ressentir la colère d'un fléau
Nigga, we hit em' up
Nigga, nous les frappons
That's right (take money)
C'est vrai (prendre de l'argent)
Go
Aller
Yo
Yo
Y'all gotta keep this shit real
Vous devez garder cette merde réelle
(It's a race to the death)
(È una corsa alla morte)
(Inside the most criminal prison in America)
(All'interno del carcere più criminale d'America)
Yeah
Yeah
(If you think there's no justice, think again)
(Se pensi che non ci sia giustizia, pensaci di nuovo)
Ayo
Ayo
(Now only ha-) I think y'all gonna like this next song
(Adesso solo-) penso che vi piacerà questa prossima canzone
(Inside the secret cell block) I think they do
(All'interno della cella segreta) penso che piacerà loro
(Where they keep the baddest of the bad) when this song drops
(Dove tengono i peggiori tra i peggiori) quando questa canzone parte
(Y'all got to go crazy)
(Dovete impazzire)
I want all the West Coast people to give up some love when this song come up
Voglio che tutte le persone della West Coast diano un po' d'amore quando parte questa canzone
(If you do the crime) y'all got to go crazy
(Se commetti il reato) dovete impazzire
(You just might do the time) they try to ban this song
(Potresti fare il tempo) cercano di vietare questa canzone
They don't wanna play my song
Non vogliono mettere in onda la mia canzone
But they want to play Fat Boy all goddamn day
Ma vogliono mettere Fat Boy tutto il dannato giorno
(What?)
(Cosa?)
Come on, come on (take money)
Forza, forza (prendi i soldi)
Come on, come on (take money)
Forza, forza (prendi i soldi)
Come on, come on (take money)
Forza, forza (prendi i soldi)
What's up nigga?
Che succede, nigga?
First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim
Prima di tutto, fanculo la tua troia e la clique che rivendichi
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
Westside quando guidiamo, veniamo forniti
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
Dici di essere un gigolò ma ho fottuto tua moglie
We bust on Bad Boy, niggas fucked for life
Noi ci schiantiamo su Bad Boy, nigga fottuti a vita
Plus Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip (rip)
Inoltre, Puffy cerca di vedermi, cuori deboli li strappo (strappo)
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches
Biggie Smalls e Junior M.A.F.I.A., delle palle piccole
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Continuiamo a venire mentre corriamo per i tuoi gioielli
Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules
Spariamo costantemente, continuiamo a sparare a quegli stupidi, conosci le regole
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Lil' Ceaser, chiedi al tuo amico come ti lascio
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Ti ammazzo anche se sei giovane, ti lascio a pezzi, ora sei morto
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Lil' Kim, non scherzare con veri gangster
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
Pronto a strapparti il tuo brutto culo dalla strada, quindi a fanculo la pace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
Lo faccio sapere a quei nigga che è per sempre
Don't let the Westside ride tonight
Non lasciare che la Westside guidi stanotte
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Bad Boy morto nella canzone e ucciso
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know (niggas say)
Fotti con me e otterrai il cappuccio scucito, lo sai (i nigga dicono)
Grab ya Glocks when you see Tupac (what?)
Afferra le tue Glock quando vedi Tupac (cosa?)
Call the cops when you see Tupac, uh (what?)
Chiama la polizia quando vedi Tupac, uh (cosa?)
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Chi mi ha sparato? Ma voi ragazzini non avete finito
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Ora stai per sentire l'ira di un delinquente
Nigga, we hit em' up
Nigga, noi li abbattiamo
(Take money) yes, yo, ha
(Prendi i soldi) sì, yo, uh
Outlawz in this motherfucker (take money)
Outlawz in questa merda (prendi i soldi)
West Coast (Take money)
Costa Ovest (Prendi i soldi)
What's up? (So live)
Come va? (Così in diretta)
What's up? (Yeah, yeah)
Come va? (Sì, sì)
Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo
Fatti da parte, yo, fatti da parte, yo
Biggie Smalls just got shot
Hanno appena sparato a Biggie Smalls
Little Moo, pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back
Little Moo, passami il MAC e lascia che lo colpisca nella schiena
Frank White need to get spanked right for settin' traps
Frank White deve essere punito per aver preparato trappole
Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of ya
Piccoli assassini accidentali e non ho mai sentito parlare di te
Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Armi velenose attaccano quando ti servo
Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank
Ti sparo, ti pugnalo e la tua vita finisce quando ti uccido
Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Proteggi il tuo rango perché ti sbatterò nella vernice
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through, nigga
Puffy è più debole del cazzo di blocco che sto attraversando, nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.f.i.a. In front of you, nigga
E sto fumando Junior M.A.f.i.a. davanti a te, nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Con il potere pronto nascosto sotto il mio Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I push packages every hour, hit 'em up
La tua influenza è amara, spingo i pacchetti ogni ora, li colpisco
Oh
Oh
Call the cops when you see Tupac
Chiama la polizia quando vedi Tupac
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Chi mi ha sparato? Ma voi ragazzini non avete finito
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Ora stai per sentire l'ira di un delinquente
Nigga, I hit em' up (say what?)
Nigga, io li colpisco (che cosa?)
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
Guarda come lo facciamo, manteniamolo reale, è acciaio di penitenziario
This ain't no freestyle battle
Questo non è una battaglia freestyle
All you niggas gettin' killed with ya mouths open
Tutti voi nigga state per essere uccisi con la bocca aperta
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Cercate di fare soldi con me, siete nelle nuvole sperando
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high, niggas think they learned to fly
Che fumare droghe sia come un trip di sherm, i nigga pensano di aver imparato a volare
But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Ma si bruciano, figlio di puttana, meriti di morire
Talkin' 'bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
Parli del fatto che stai facendo soldi ma è buffo per me
All you niggas livin' bummy, why you fuckin' with me?
Siete tutti nigga che vivono da derelitti, perché state rompendo con me?
I'm a self-made millionaire
Sono un milionario fatto da me
Thug livin' outta prison, pistols in the air
Un criminale che vive fuori dalla prigione, pistole in aria
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
Biggie, ricordi quando ti lasciavo dormire sul divano
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?
E supplicavo una troia di lasciarti dormire in casa?
Ha, ha, now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Ah, ah, ora si tratta solo di Versace, hai copiato il mio stile
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Cinque colpi non hanno potuto abbattermi, li ho presi e ho sorriso
Now I'm back to set the record straight
Ora sono tornato per sistemare le cose
With my A.K. I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Con la mia A.K. sono ancora il delinquente che ami odiare
Motherfucker, I hit 'em-
Figlio di puttana, li colpisco-
I'm from N-E-W Jers'
Sono di N-E-W Jers'
Where plenty murders occurs
Dove avvengono molti omicidi
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Niente punti o virgole, portiamo il dramma a tutti voi fighetti
Now check the scenario
Ora controlla la situazione
Little Ceas', I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Little Ceas', ti porterò finti G's alle tue ginocchia
Copping pleas in de Janeiro
Che sono chiamati in appello a de Janeiro
Big mama, is you coked up or doped up?
Big Mama, sei fatto di coca o di eroina?
Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up
Fai fumare la tua piccola combriccola di Junior Whopper
(What the fuck?) Please tell me, is you stupid?
(Cosa diavolo?) Dimmi, sei stupido?
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
Prendo i soldi, sfondo e attraverso Brooklyn
With my clique looting, shooting and polluting your block
Con la mia banda di saccheggiatori, sparando e inquinando il tuo blocco
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Con una Glock pronta con 15 colpi per la tua testa
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch
La banda di Outlaw MAFIA sta salendo di un altro gradino
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
E le tue pop star vengono eliminate e svelate
All your fake-ass East coast props
Tutte le tue finte influenze della East Coast
Brainstormed and locked (you's a, you's a)
Abbiamo un brainstorming e un blocco (sei un, sei un)
You's a beat biter (what?)
Sei un ladro di battute (cosa?)
A Pac style taker (taker)
Un imitatore dello stile di Pac (imitatore)
I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a faker
Te lo dirò in faccia, non sei altro che un imitatore
Softer than Alizé with a chaser
Più debole dell'Alizé con una chaser
About to get murdered for the paper
Stai per essere ucciso per il giornale
E.D.I Mean approach the scene of the caper
E.D.I. Approccio cattivo alla scena del colpo
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Come un pazzo, con Little Ceas' in una presa
Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfucking joke
Armi pronte a sparare, non siamo un dannato scherzo
Nigga, better be known
Nigga, è meglio che sia noto
We approaching in the wide open, gun smoking
Ci stiamo avvicinando all'aperto, con le pistole che fumano
No need for hoping, it's a battle lost
Nessun bisogno di sperare, è una battaglia persa
I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off (ha, ha)
Li ho fatti fuori appena inizia la musica (ah, ah)
Nigga, I hit 'em up
Nigga, li colpisco
What? What?
Cosa? Cosa?
Ha (uh)
Ah (uh)
Yeah (uh-huh)
Sì (uh-huh)
We hit 'em up
Li colpiamo
Grab ya Glocks, when you see Tu-, what? (Say what?)
Afferra le tue Glock, quando vedi Tu-, cosa? (Cosa?)
Call the cops (grab ya Glocks)
Chiama la polizia (afferra le tue Glock)
Come on with the next shit (yeah)
Continua con il prossimo pezzo (sì)
Who shot me? But ya punks didn't finish
Chi mi ha sparato? Ma voi ragazzini non avete finito
Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Ora state per sentire l'ira di un delinquente
Nigga, we hit em' up
Nigga, noi li colpiamo
That's right (take money)
Giusto (prendi i soldi)
Go
Vai
Yo
Yo
Y'all gotta keep this shit real
Dovete fare sul serio
Aku tidak punya teman sialan (sial)
Itulah sebabnya aku tidur dengan cewekmu, kau gemuk sialan
Sisi barat, pembunuh Bad Boy (ambil uang, ambil uang)
Kau tahu siapa yang paling nyata, kita bawa kepadamu (ambil uang)
Itu baik
(Ambil uang)
Pertama-tama, sialan cewekmu dan geng yang kau klaim
Sisi barat saat kita naik, datang dilengkapi dengan permainan
Kau mengaku sebagai pemain tapi aku tidur dengan istrimu
Kami tembak pada niggas Bad Boy sialan seumur hidup
Plus, Puffy mencoba melihatku lemah hati aku robek
Biggie Smalls dan Junior M.A.F.I.A. beberapa pengecut sialan
Kami terus datang sementara kami berlari untuk perhiasanmu
Tetap menembak, terus menembak pada orang bodoh itu, kau tahu aturannya
Lil 'Ceaser, pergi tanya temanmu bagaimana aku meninggalkanmu
Potong pantat muda mu, tinggalkanmu dalam potongan, sekarang jadi almarhum
Lil 'Kim, jangan main-main dengan G's asli
Cepat menculik pantat jelekmu dari jalanan, jadi sialan damai
Aku biarkan mereka tahu itu untuk seumur hidup
Jangan biarkan Sisi Barat naik malam ini (haha)
Bad Boy dibunuh di lilin dan dibunuh
Berurusan dengan aku dan dapatkan topimu dikupas, kau tahu, lihat
Ambil Glocks mu saat kau melihat Tupac
Panggil polisi saat kau melihat Tupac, uh
Siapa yang menembakku? Tapi kalian punk tidak selesai
Sekarang kau akan merasakan amarah dari ancaman
Nigga, aku menyerang mereka
Periksa ini, kalian sialan tahu apa waktunya (ambil uang)
Aku bahkan tidak tahu mengapa aku di trek ini (ambil uang)
Kalian niggas bahkan tidak di levelku
Aku akan biarkan homies kecilku naik di atasmu (ambil uang)
Bitch dibuat-ass Bad Boy bitches, rasakan itu (hei, yo, yo, tahan sialan, yo)
Minggir, yo, minggir, yo
Biggie Smalls baru saja jatuh
Little Mu', lewati MAC dan biarkan aku memukulnya di punggungnya
Frank White perlu ditampar dengan benar karena menjebak
Pembunuh kecelakaan kecil dan aku tidak pernah mendengar tentangmu
Senjata beracun menyerang saat aku melayani mu
Tampar ya, tusuk gaya mu saat aku gank
Jaga pangkatmu karena aku akan menampar pantatmu di cat
Puffy lebih lemah dari blok sialan yang aku lalui, nigga
Dan aku merokok Junior M.A.F.I.A. di depanmu, nigga
Dengan kekuatan siap tuckin 'my Guess di bawah Eddie Bauer ku
Ya clout petty asam, aku mendorong paket setiap jam, serang mereka
Ambil Glocks mu saat kau melihat Tupac
Panggil polisi saat kau melihat Tupac, uh
Siapa yang menembakku? Tapi kalian punk tidak selesai
Sekarang kau akan merasakan amarah dari ancaman
Nigga, kita menyerang mereka
Lihat bagaimana kita melakukannya, tetap nyata seperti baja penjara
Ini bukan pertempuran freestyle
Semua kalian niggas dibunuh dengan mulut terbuka
Coba naik dari aku, kau berharap di awan
Merokok ganja, itu seperti tinggi sherm, niggas berpikir mereka belajar terbang
Tapi mereka terbakar, sialan, kau pantas mati
Bicara tentang kau mendapatkan uang tapi itu lucu bagiku
Semua kalian niggas hidup miskin mengapa kau berurusan dengan aku?
Aku jutawan buatan sendiri
Thug hidup keluar penjara, pistol di udara
Biggie, ingat saat aku membiarkanmu tidur di sofa
Dan memohon pada cewek untuk membiarkanmu tidur di rumah?
Sekarang semuanya tentang Versace, kau menyalin gayaku
Lima tembakan tidak bisa menjatuhkanku, aku menerimanya dan tersenyum
Sekarang aku akan menetapkan catatan lurus
Dengan AK ku, aku masih thug yang kau cintai untuk dibenci
Sialan, aku menyerang mereka
Saya dari N-E-W Jers'
Di mana banyak pembunuhan terjadi
Tidak ada tanda titik atau koma, kami membawa drama ke semua kalian
Sekarang periksa skenarionya
Little Ceas', saya akan membawa G palsu kalian ke lutut
Mengemis di de Janeiro
Little Kim, apakah kamu mabuk atau terdoping?
Dapatkan kumpulan Junior Whopper kecilmu yang terbakar
Apa, apakah kamu bodoh?
Saya mengambil uang, menabrak dan merusak melalui Brooklyn
Dengan klik saya yang merampok, menembak dan mencemari blokmu
Dengan Glock 15 tembakan yang terkunci ke simpulmu
Klik MAFIA Outlaw naik satu tingkat lagi
Dan bintang popmu meledak dan dibersihkan dan jatuh
Dan semua properti East Coast palsu kalian
Dipikirkan dan dikunci
Kamu adalah pemakan irama
Pencuri gaya Pac
Saya akan katakan ke wajahmu kamu tidak lebih dari pemalsu
Lebih lembut dari Alizé dengan pengejar
Tentang akan dibunuh untuk kertas
E.D.I Mean mendekati adegan kejahatan
Seperti gila, dengan Little Ceas' dalam cekikan
Membawa pistol merokok, kami bukan lelucon
Thug Life, orang-orang seharusnya tahu
Kami mendekati di tempat terbuka, senjata merokok
Tidak perlu berharap, ini adalah pertempuran yang hilang
Saya membuat mereka silang segera setelah funk mulai
Nigga, saya menyerang mereka
Sekarang kamu katakan siapa yang menang
Saya melihat mereka, mereka lari (hahaha)
Mereka tidak ingin melihat kita (ambil uang)
Seluruh klik Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Berpenampilan mencoba menjadi kita (ambil uang)
Bagaimana mereka bisa menjadi mafia ketika kita selalu bekerja? (Ambil uang)
Kami jutawan
Membunuh tidak adil tapi seseorang harus melakukannya (ambil uang)
Oh ya, Mobb Deep (ambil uang) kamu ingin berurusan dengan kami?
Kalian anak muda (ambil uang)
Tidak ada satu pun dari kalian yang memiliki sel sabit atau sesuatu? (Ambil uang)
Kamu berurusan dengan saya
Nigga, kamu bermain-main dan bisa mendapatkan kejang atau serangan jantung (ambil uang)
Kamu lebih baik mundur sebelum kamu mendapatkan tamparan
Ini adalah cara kami melakukannya di sisi kami
Setiap orang dari New York yang ingin membawanya, bawalah
Tapi kami tidak bernyanyi, kami membawa drama
Sialan kamu dan ibu sialanmu
Kami akan membunuh semua kalian
Saat saya keluar, saya katakan ini hanya tentang Biggie
Lalu semua orang harus membuka mulut mereka dengan pendapat sialan
Nah ini adalah cara kami melakukannya
Sialan Mobb Deep, sialan Biggie
Sialan Bad Boy sebagai staf, label rekaman dan sebagai kru sialan
Dan jika kamu ingin bergabung dengan Bad Bo, maka sialan kamu juga
Chino XL, sialan kamu juga
Semua kalian, sialan kalian juga (ambil uang, ambil uang)
Semua ibu sialan kalian, sialan kalian, mati perlahan, ibu sialan
Pistol .44 saya pastikan semua anak kalian tidak tumbuh
Kalian ibu sialan tidak bisa menjadi kami atau melihat kami
Kami pengendara Thug Life sialan, Westside sampai kami mati
Di sini di California, nigga, kami memperingatkan kalian
Kami akan membom kalian, kami melakukan pekerjaan kami
Kamu pikir kamu mob? Nigga, kami adalah mob sialan
Tidak ada apa-apa selain pembunuh dan orang asli
Semua kalian merasakan kami
Barang kami menjadi tiga kali lipat dan 4 kali lipat
(Ambil uang)
Kalian tertawa karena staf kami punya
Senjata di sabuk mereka
Kamu tahu bagaimana rasanya ketika kami merilis rekaman, mereka merasakannya
Kalian tidak bisa merasakannya, kami yang paling asli
Sialan mereka, kami pembunuh Bad Boy (kami pembunuh)
クソったれの友達なんかいるわけねえ (むかつく)
だからお前のビッチとやったんだ、このデブ野郎
ウェストサイドのBad Boyキラーだ (金を取れ、金を取れ)
本物のニガは誰だか知ってるか、ニガ、俺たちがお前のところに連れてきたんだ (金を取れ)
そいつはいいぜ
(金を取れ)
まず最初に、お前の女とヤって、お前が主張を退ける
ウェストサイドに行くときは、撃ち合うための銃を装備していけ
お前はプレーヤーだと言うが、俺はお前の女房とやったぞ
俺たちゃBad Boyのニガたちを痛めつけて、生涯ダメにしてやった
それにPuffyは撃たれて傷つく俺を見つめてた
Biggie Smallsと、Junior M.A.F.I.A.、狙いやすいターゲットだ
お前の宝石を狙ってる間は、俺たちゃ何度もやって来るぜ
銃を撃ち続け、奴ら愚か者をやっつけろ、ルールは分かっているはずだ
Lil' Ceaser、俺がどうやってお前を捨てたか、仲間に聞いてこい
お前の若いケツを切り刻み、バラバラにして、もう死んだな
Lil' Kim、本物のギャングをなめるな
直ぐにストリートからお前ら醜いケツをひっぺがしてやる、だから平和はくそだ
争いは一生だとニガに伝える
今夜はウェストサイドに好きなようにさせるな (ハハ)
Bad Boyを音楽で上回り、殺す
俺に手出しすれば、頭をぶち抜かれるぜ、分かるだろ、ほら
Tupacに会ったら、グロックを握れ
Tupacに会ったら警察を呼べ uh
誰が俺を撃った? お前らチンピラ野郎は最後までやらなかった
今こそ脅威の怒りを感じる時だ
ニガ、俺が奴らを撃ったんだ
これを見ろよ、お前ら何時だと思ってんだ (金を取れ)
俺はなぜこの曲にいるのかさえもわからない (金を取れ)
お前らは俺のレベルにすら達していない
俺の子分たちにお前の処分は任せるぜ (金を取れ)
女々しいBad Boyの奴ら、感じろよ (おい、おい、おい、手を挙げろ、おい)
どけよ、おい、どけよ、おい
Biggie Smallsが落とされた
Little Mu'、MACを渡して、俺に後ろから奴を撃たせてくれ
Frank Whiteは罠を仕掛けたからお仕置きが必要だ
小さな事故の殺人者、お前のことは聞いたこともない
お前を酷い目に遭わせる時は毒での攻撃だ
お前をスパンクし、刺しとおす、それが俺の襲撃スタイル
バスケのコートの中でお前を叩き潰すから、自分のランクを守れ
Puffyは俺の行くストリートの奴らより弱い、ニガ
俺はJunior M.A.F.I.A.を吸っている、お前の目の前でな、ニガ
俺のEddie BauerのパンツにGuessをシャツを押し込んで、準備万端だ
お前の人気はしょぼい、俺は奴らを襲うために、1時間おきに小包を送る
Tupacに会ったら、グロックを握れ
Tupacに会ったら警察を呼べ uh
誰が俺を撃った? お前らチンピラ野郎は最後までやらなかった
今こそ脅威の怒りを感じる時だ
ニガ、俺らが奴らを撃ったんだ
どうやるか見ろ、自分らしくいる、刑務所の鋼のように
これはフリースタイルのバトルじゃない
お前が口を開けば、お前のニガは全員殺される
俺から消そうとしても、雲の上の希望にすぎない
ドラッグをやる、まるで煙草とマリファナを混ぜてハイになったよう、ニガは空を飛ぶことを学んだと思う
でも奴らはクソみたいに焼かれる、死に値するぜ
お前は金が入ってくる話をするが、俺には笑える話だ
お前らニガは貧乏暮らし、何で俺に喧嘩を挑むんだ?
俺は自力で大金持になったんだ
ギャングの道を行く、刑務所から出て、ピストルを構える
Biggie、ソファで寝かせてやってたの覚えてるか
家で寝かせてやってくれと女にせがんでいたのを
今はVersaceがばかり着て、お前は俺のスタイルを真似たんだ
5発撃っても俺を落とせなかった、俺はそれを受けてほほ笑んだ
今、俺は事態を収拾するところだ
AKライフルで、俺はまだお前らの憎たらしいギャングスターだ
クソが、俺が奴らを撃ったんだ
俺はNew Jerseyの出身だ
多くの殺人が起こる場所
ハッキリ言うぜ、スタイルのないお前らを混乱させてやる
さあ、シナリオを確認しろ
Little Ceas' 偽物のギャングに膝をつかせてやるぜ
Rio de Janeiroで司法取引に応じさせて
Little Kim コカインをやってるのか、それともドラッグを?
お前のJunior Whopperで金を儲けてみろ
なんだよ、バカじゃねーの?
俺は金を取ってBrooklynを突っ走る
俺の銃で、略奪し、銃で撃ち、お前のストリートをダメにする
15発入りの引き金を引いて、グロックをお前の頭にぶっ放す
おたずね者のMAFIA一派はさらに上にいく
お前のポップスターは、撃たれて、拭き去られて、落とされる
お前ら東海岸の偽物の小道具も
ブレインストーミングされ、閉じ込められる
お前はパクリ野郎だ
Pacのスタイルの真似っこが
面と向かって言ってやるぜ、お前らは偽物だ
ソーダ入りのAlizéより甘っちょろいぜ
金のために殺されそう
E.D.I Meanが盗みの現場に近づく
Cripギャング仲間のように、Little Ceas'を絞めて
銃を持って争いをする、俺たちゃ冗談でやってんじゃないぜ
我が道を行く、ニガ達は知ってた方がいい
俺たちは広い場所で近づいてく、銃を撃ちながら
希望は要らない、負け戦だ
ファンクが鳴り出したら、すぐに奴らをハイにする
ニガ、俺が奴らを撃ったんだ
誰が勝ったか教えてくれ
見えるぜ、奴らは逃げ出した (ハハハ)
奴らは俺たちに会いたくない (金を取れ)
全てのJunior M.A.F.I.A.一派は
着飾って俺たちのようになろうとする (金を取れ)
俺たちがいつも仕事してるのに、あいつらはどうやってギャングになるんだ? (金を取れ)
俺たちゃ大富豪
殺しは不公平だけど、誰かがやらねばならない (金を取れ)
そうだろ Mobb Deep (金を取れ)、俺たちとやり合いたいのか?
お前ら若造のクソガキども (金を取れ)
お前らの中に鎌状赤血球になった奴はいないのか (金を取れ)
俺に手を出せば
ニガ、お前はバカみたいな事をして発作や心臓発作を起こす (金を取れ)
下がってろ、叩かれる前にな
これが俺たちのやり方だ
喧嘩をしたいNew York出身のお前らニガ誰でも、来たいなら来い
でも、俺たちは歌ってるんじゃない、いざこざを持ってくる
お前もお前の母親もくそったれだ
お前ら全員ぶっ殺すぞ
俺が出てきた時、Biggieの事だと言っただろ
そして、誰もがクソみたいな意見を言うようになった
これが俺たちのやり方だ
Mobb Deepも、Biggieもくたばれ
Bad Boyのスタッフも、レコードレーベルも、そしてクルーもクソだ
そしてもしBad Boと共にいたいなら、お前もくたばれ
Chino XL、お前もくたばれ
お前ら全員、くたばれ (金を取れ、金を取れ)
お前ら全員くたばれ、ゆっくり死ね、くたばれ
俺の44口径でお前らのようなガキ共全員を育たないようにするぜ
お前らは俺たちになれないし、俺たちを見ることもできない
俺たちは自分の道を行く、死ぬまでウェストサイド命だ
ここCaliforniaで、ニガ、俺たちゃお前に警告したぞ
お前らクソ野郎の上に爆弾を落とすぞ、俺たちの仕事をするんだ
お前がギャングだと? ニガ、俺たちが最高のギャングだ
殺し屋と本物のニガしかいない
お前ら全員俺たちの凄さを感じるだろ
俺たちのモノは3倍、4倍だ
(金を取れ)
お前らは笑う、だって俺たちのスタッフが
銃は奴らのクソったれのベルトの中にある
どうなるか分かるだろ 俺たちが曲を出せば、奴らはイッちまった
お前らニガにはわからない、俺たちが一番リアルなんだ
くそ野郎、俺たちゃBad Boyキラーだぞ (俺たちゃキラーだ)
我没有他妈的朋友（混蛋）
这就是为什么我搞了你的女人，你这个胖子
西边，坏男孩杀手（拿钱，拿钱）
你知道谁是最真实的，我们带给你（拿钱）
没关系
（拿钱）
首先，搞你的女人和你的团队
我们骑行时的西边，带着游戏装备
你声称自己是个玩家，但我搞了你的妻子
我们对坏男孩的人开枪，一生都在搞
另外，Puffy试图看我软弱的心我撕裂
Biggie Smalls和Junior M.A.F.I.A.是一些标记的婊子
我们继续前进，同时为你的珠宝奔跑
稳定的枪击，继续对那些傻瓜开枪，你知道规则
小Ceaser，去问你的朋友我是怎么离开你的
把你年轻的屁股切成碎片，现在成为死者
Lil' Kim，不要和真正的G's搞
快速把你丑陋的屁股从街上抓走，所以搞和平
我让那些黑人知道这是一生的事
不要让西边今晚骑行（哈哈）
坏男孩在蜡上被谋杀并被杀
和我搞，让你的帽子剥皮，你知道，看
当你看到Tupac时，抓住你的Glocks
当你看到Tupac时，打电话给警察，呃
谁射了我？但你们这些混蛋没有完成
现在你们要感受到恶棍的愤怒
黑鬼，我打他们
看看这个，你们这些混蛋知道现在是什么时候（拿钱）
我甚至不知道我为什么在这个轨道上（拿钱）
你们这些黑鬼甚至不在我的水平上
我会让我的小伙伴们骑在你们身上（拿钱）
做出来的坏男孩婊子，感觉到它（嘿，哟，哟，他妈的，哟）
让路，哟，让路，哟
Biggie Smalls刚刚被放下
小Mu'，把MAC传给我，让我在他的背后打他
Frank White需要被打屁股，因为他设了陷阱
小意外杀手，我从来没有听说过你
当我为你服务时，有毒的枪会攻击
打你，当我抢你的整个风格时，刺你
保护你的等级，因为我要把你的屁股砸在油漆上
Puffy比我跑过的街区还要弱，黑鬼
我在你面前抽Junior M.A.F.I.A.，黑鬼
准备好的力量藏在我的Eddie Bauer下面
你的影响力微不足道，我每小时推送包裹，打他们
当你看到Tupac时，抓住你的Glocks
当你看到Tupac时，打电话给警察，呃
谁射了我？但你们这些混蛋没有完成
现在你们要感受到恶棍的愤怒
黑鬼，我们打他们
看看我们是怎么做的，保持真实如同监狱的钢铁
这不是自由式的战斗
你们这些黑鬼都张着嘴被杀了
试图从我这里上来，你在云里希望
抽大麻，就像一个sherm高，黑鬼们以为他们学会了飞
但他们烧了，混蛋，你应该死
说你在赚钱，但对我来说很有趣
你们这些黑鬼都活得很糟糕，为什么要和我搞？
我是一个自我制造的百万富翁
从监狱里出来的暴徒，手里拿着手枪
Biggie，记得我以前让你睡在沙发上
并乞求一个婊子让你睡在房子里？
现在都是关于Versace，你抄袭了我的风格
五枪不能打倒我，我接受了并微笑
现在我要把记录搞清楚
用我的AK，我仍然是你喜欢恨的暴徒
混蛋，我打他们
我来自新泽西州东北部
在那里经常发生谋杀案
我们不打标点，给你们这些草本植物带来戏剧
现在去检查一下情况
小Ceas'，我会让你假装的G's跪下
在里约热内卢求饶
小金，你是吸了可卡因还是吸了毒品？
让你的小Junior Whopper团伙被烟熏
什么鬼，你是傻的吗？
我拿钱，冲破布鲁克林
和我的团伙一起抢劫，射击和污染你的街区
用15发上膛的格洛克对准你的脑袋
Outlaw MAFIA团伙又上升了一个台阶
你的流行明星被打倒，被擦拭，被丢弃
还有你们所有假装的东海岸支持者
被锁定和思考
你是个抄袭者
一个Pac风格的模仿者
我会当面告诉你，你就是个假货
比Alizé加追酒还要软
即将为了钱被谋杀
E.D.I Mean接近案发现场
像一个疯子，把小Ceas'掐住喉咙
手持枪，冒烟，我们不是开玩笑的
Thug Life，你们最好知道
我们在广阔的开放地带接近，枪烟四起
不需要希望，这是一场失去的战斗
只要疯狂开始，我就把他们搞定
伙计，我打他们
现在你告诉我谁赢了
我看到他们，他们跑了（哈哈哈）
他们不想见到我们（拿钱）
整个Junior M.A.F.I.A.团伙
装扮起来试图模仿我们（拿钱）
他们怎么可能成为黑帮，当我们总是在工作？（拿钱）
我们是百万富翁
杀人不公平，但总得有人去做（拿钱）
哦，是的，Mobb Deep（拿钱）你想和我们斗吗？
你们这些小年轻的混蛋（拿钱）
你们中有没有人得了镰状细胞病或者什么的？（拿钱）
你和我斗
伙计，你再闹，你可能会痉挛或者心脏病发作（拿钱）
你最好退后，否则你会被打倒
这就是我们在我们这边的做法
你们中有谁是从纽约来的，想挑战，就来挑战
但我们不唱歌，我们带来戏剧
去你和你他妈的妈妈
我们要杀了你们所有人
当我出来的时候，我告诉你们这只是关于Biggie
然后每个人都要张开他们的嘴，发表他妈的意见
好吧，我们就这么做
去他的Mobb Deep，去他的Biggie
去他的Bad Boy，作为一个工作人员，唱片公司和他妈的团队
如果你想和Bad Bo站在一起，那么去你的
Chino XL，去你的
你们所有的混蛋，去你们的（拿钱，拿钱）
你们所有的混蛋，去你们的，慢慢死，混蛋
我的.44保证你们所有的孩子都不会长大
你们混蛋不能成为我们，也看不见我们
我们是他妈的Thug Life骑士，西边直到我们死
在加利福尼亚，伙计，我们警告过你
我们会在你们混蛋身上炸弹，我们做我们的工作
你以为你是黑帮？伙计，我们才是他妈的黑帮
除了杀手和真正的黑人
你们所有的混蛋都感觉到我们
我们的东西卖得飞快，四倍五倍
（拿钱）
你们混蛋笑，因为我们的员工有
他们腰带里的枪
你知道我们发唱片的时候，他们感觉到了
你们混蛋感觉不到，我们是最真实的
去他们，我们是Bad Boy杀手（我们是杀手）
[Çeviri henüz bitmedi bozmadan düzenleyebilirsiniz]
[Intro: 2Pac]
Orospu çocuklarıyla arkadaş olmam
İşte bu yüzden senin orospunu siktim
Seni şişko orospu çocuğu (Parayı al)
Batı yakası, Bad Boy katilleri (Parayı al)
(Parayı al) Kim daha gerçekçi?
Bu işi biz yapıyoruz (Parayı al)
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
İlk olarak orospunu ve çete diye iddia ettiğin adamlarını sikeyim
Batı yakasında biz gezerken oyuna ekipmanlarını kuşanıp da gel (Silahlarla dolaş)
Playboy olduğunu iddia ediyorsun fakat karını ben siktim
Sonsuza dek Bad Boys'un
İşini bitiriyoruz zenciler
Artı olarak Puffy beni güçsüz bir şekilde görmek istiyor ve ölmemi diliyor
Biggie Smalls ve Junior Mafia damgalı orospulardan bir kaçı
Mücevherlerinizi kapmaya ve siz aptallarınüzerine ateş açmaya istikrarlı bir şekilde devam ediyoruz
Kuralları biliyorusunuz
Lil' Caesar, git ve kankana senin götünü kesip
Parçalara ayırıp sen nasıl oracıkta bıraktığımı sor, geber şimdi
Lil' Kim, çirkin götünü sokaklardan kapacak gerçek gangsterlere bulaşma
Yani barışı sikeyim
Bu zencilere bu bokun sonsuza dek süreceğini göstereceğim
Batı Yakası'nı kendi hakine bırakın bu gecelik
Bad Boy bu şarkıda öldürüldü ve cinayete kurban gitti
Bana bulaşırsan kafana mermiyi yersin, biliyo'sun bunu
[Nakarat: 2Pac]
2pac'ı gördüğünüzde silahlarınıza sarılın
2pac'ı gördüğünüzde polisi çağırın, uh
Beni kim vurdu? Siz serseriler benim işimi bitiremediniz
Şimdi gazabımı hissetmek üzeresiniz
Zenci onların alayını vurdum
[Interlude: 2Pac]
Şuna bak, siz piçler neyin zamanı olduğunu biliyo'sunuz
Bu şarkıyı neden söylediğimi bile bilmiyorum
Siz zenciler benim seviyemde bile değilsiniz
Arkadaşlarıma sizi öldürmeleri için izin vereceğim
Sizi Bad Boy kaltaklari sizi, hissedin bunu
[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
Yolumdan çekilin yo, yolumdan çekilin yo
Biggie Smalls vurulmuş
Little Moo', ver bana Mac'i
O'nu sırtından bir de ben vurayım
[...]
[Giriş: 2Pac]
Mənim dostum filan yoxdur
Buna görə də sənin arvadını sikdim, səni lənətə gələsi gombul
Pulu götür
West Side, Bad Boy qatilləri
Pulu götür
Kimin ən real olduğunu bilirsiniz
O da bizik
Pulu götür, pulu götür
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Öncəliklə sənin arvadını və sahib çıxdığın tayfanı sikim
Westside! Biz gəzərkən silahlarını götür gəl
Özünə gangster deyirsən, amma arvadını mən sikdim
Bad Boy tayfasının üzərinə atəşlər açarıq, zəncilər üçün həyat bitdi
Ayrıca Puffy məni zəif ürək atışları ilə görmək istəyir
Biggie Smalls və Junior M.A.F.I.A bir dəstə qəhbə
Siz bizim qızıllarımızı oğurlamaq istəyərkən üstünüzə atəş açmağa davam edirik
Əllərimiz tətikdə, güllələri bu axmaqların üzərinə yağdırırıq
Qaydaları bilirsiniz
Lil' Caesar, get dostundan soruş səni nə hala gətirəcəyəmi
Səni doğrayıb, parçalara ayıraram, indi isə gəbər
Little Kim, əsl gangsterlərin arasında gəzmə
Çək artıq o iyrənc götünü küçələrdən
Sikdim sülhü! Zəncilər bilsin, bu sona qədər davam edəcək
Qərb tərəfini küçələrə çıxartdırma bu gecə haha
Bad Boy öncə mahnıda, sonra gerçək həyatda gəbərdildi
Mənə ilişsəniz başınızdan gülləni yeyərsiniz
Bilirsiniz
[Nəqarət: 2Pac]
Silahlarınızı qapın 2Pac'ı gördüyünüzdə
Polis çağırın 2Pac'ı gördüyünüzdə, oh
Kim vurdu məni? Amma siz sərsərilərlə işim bitmədi
İndi isə bir baş bəlasının qəzəbini hiss etmək üzərəsiniz
Zənci, gəbərdirəm onları
[Interlude: 2Pac]
Buna baxın indi.. Siz lənətə gəlmişlər bilirsiniz vaxtın neçə olduğunu
Niyə bu parçada yer alıram, onu belə bilmirəm
Siz zəncilər mənim səviyyəmdə deyilsiniz
İndi isə mənim balaca dostlarım hücum edəcək
Bad Boy üzərinə
Pulu götür
[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
Yoldan çəkilin, yo, yoldan çəkilin, yo
Biggie Smalls vuruldu
Little Moo' mənə silahımı uzat, bir də arxadan mən vurum onu
Frank White elədiklərindən dolayı döyülməsi lazım
Sizi balaca "qatil"lər və mən heç vaxt sizin adınızı eşitmədim
Zəhərli tapançalarım sizə hücum edər servis etdiyim zaman
Sizi şillələyərəm, sizin olmayanı aldığınız üçün bütün stilinizi bitirərəm
Qoru özünü, çünki götünü yerdən-yerə vuracam
Puffy mənim birlikdə olduğum zəncilərdən qat-qat gücsüzdür, zənci
Və Junior M.A.F.I.A'nı gözünüzün önündə gəbərdərəm, zənci
Hər zaman hazıram
Eddie Bauer'in altındakı gücümlə
[Nəqarət: 2Pac]
Silahlarınızı qapın 2Pac'ı gördüyünüzdə
Polis çağırın 2Pac'ı gördüyünüzdə, oh
Kim vurdu məni? Amma siz sərsərilərlə işim bitmədi
İndi isə bir baş bəlasının qəzəbini hiss etmək üzərəsiniz
Zənci, gəbərdirəm onları
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Bax gör necə edirik biz bu işi, həbsxanalardakı dəmirlər kimi sərtik
Bu freestyle yarışması deyil
Siz zəncilər ağzı açıq gəbərəksiniz
Məni təqlid etməyə çalışırsınız, ümidləriniz buludlarda
Əsrar çəkirsiniz, onun verdiyi həvəslə
Siz zəncilər uçmağa çalışırsınız
Amma onlar yanır, lənətə gələsi sən gəbərməyə layiqsən
Pul qazanmaqdan bəhs edirsiniz, bu mənə gülməli gəlir
Çünki siz zəncilərin yaşamı rüsvaydır - niyə mənə ilişirsiniz?
Mən öz əməyimlə milyoner oldum
Həbsxanadan çıxdım, thug həyatı yaşayıram, silahlar havada
Biggie, xatırla divanımda yatmağına izn verdiyim günləri
Və sevgilimə səni evə almaq üçün yalvardığım zamanları?
İndi isə hər şey Versace ilə bağlıdır, mənim stilimi oğurladınız
5 güllə məni bitirmədi, yedim hamısını və gülümsədim
İndi vəziyyəti bərabərləşdirmək üçün geri gəldim
Yanımda AK'la, hələ də ən sevdiyiniz və ən nifrət etdiyiniz gangstayam
Lənətə gəlmişlər, sizləri gəbərdirəm
[Verse 4: Kadafi]
Mən bir çox cinayətin yaşadığı N-E-W Jersey'dənəm
Nöqtəsiz, vergülsüz, sizlərə acını yaşadırıq
İndi ssenariyə göz ataq: Lil' Cease
Saxta gangster dostlarını diz çökdürəcəm, Janeiro'daymış kimi yalvaracaqlar
Lil' Kim, kokain yoxsa əsrar çəkdin?
Sənin o balaca Junior Whopper tayfan mərmiləri yedi
Axmaqmısınız?
Pulumu alaram və Brooklyn'i əzib keçərəm
Yanımdakı tayfam başınıza 15 mərmilik silahı dayayıb, məhəllənizi dağıdarkən
Outlaw MAFIA'nın payını verir
Və pop ulduzlarınız vurulur
Bütün saxta Şərq reperləri
Tələyə düşdünüz və başınız qarışdı
[Verse 5: E.D.I. Mean]
Sən beat oğrususan, Pac'ın stilini oğurlayansan
Bunu üzünə də deyəcəm, özəntidən başqa bir pox deyilsən
Sodalı Alize'dan daha xəfifsən
Pulun üçün gəbərdiləcəksən
E.D.I. Mean'ın şöhrəti ilə çıxar səhnəyə
Bir gangster kimi, Little Ceas' varkən qolunun arasında
Silahın ucu tüstüləyir, bizim zarafatımız yoxdur
Thug Life, zəncilər bunu bilsə, yaxşı olar
Çıxarıq küçələrə, silahlarla
Gərək yoxdur ümidlənməyinizə, uduzduğunuz bir döyüşdür bu
Ayılar-ayılmaz onlar nişangahımda olacaq
Zənci, onları gəbərdirəm!
[Çıxış: 2Pac]
Mənə kimin qazandığını söyləyin
Qaçırlar, onları gördüm
Bizim qarşımıza çıxmaq istəmirlər
Pulu götür
Bütün Junior M.A.F.I.A tayfası bizim kimi geyinib, bizə bənzəməyə çalışırlar
Pulu götür
Biz bu işi görərkən onlar necə gangster ola bilər?
Öldürmək məqbul bir pox deyil, amma biriləri etməlidir bunu, biz milyonerik
Oh, ayrıca, Mobb Deep: bizə ilişmək istəyirsiniz?
Sizi lənətə gəlmiş balacalar
Siz zəncilərin birində anemiya yox idi?
Mənə ilişirsən, hə zənci?
Mənə ilişib ya qəlb krizi keçirərsən, ya da iflic olarsan
Ona görə də döyülmədən öncə sikdirib getsən yaxşı olar
İşlər bizim sahildə belə gedir
New York'dan gəlmək istəyən hər hansısa zənci varsa, gəlsin
Amma biz yalnızca mahnı oxumuruq, dram da yaşadırıq
Sizi də, lənətə gəlmiş ananızı da sikim
Siz lənətə gəlmişləri öldürəcəyik
İlk başda sizə bunun Biggie ilə aramda olduğunu söylədim
Ardından hamı lənətə gəlmiş fikirlərini bildirmək üçün ağzını açdı
Yaxşı biz də belə edirik o zaman:
Mobb Deep' sikim, Biggie'ni sikim, Bad Boy'u şirkət, qurum və şəbəkə olaraq sikim!
Və əgər Bad Boy iləsənsə, səni də sikim!
Chino XL, səni də sikim!
Bütün lənətə gəlmişlər, hamınızı sikim!
(Pulu götür, pulu götür)
Bütünü lənətə gəlmişlər hamınızı sikim, yavaş-yavaş gəbərin
44'lüyüm* uşaq böyütməyəcəyinizi təmin edəcək!
Siz sikilmişlər nə biz ola bilərsiniz, nə də bizi görə bilərsiniz
Biz Thug Life əsgərləriyik
Ölənə qədər də Qərb tərəfindəyik!
Kaliforniya'da sizləri xəbərdar etdik
Sizi bombalayacağıq, bizim işimiz bu!
Gangster olduğunuzu sanırsınız? Əsl gangster bizik
Aramızda qatillərdən və cavan zəncilərdən başqası yoxdur
Bizim işlərimizi sevirsiniz
Albomlarımız dördlü satdı
Pulu götür
Adamlarımızın paltarlarının altında silah var deyə gülürsünüz bizə
Bunun necə olduğunu bilirsiniz, biz mahnılarımızı çıxartdıqda onlar hiss edir
Amma siz zəncilər hiss edə bilmirsiniz, biz realıq
Sikim onları, Bad Boy qatiliyik
Biz qatilik, biz qatilik