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Bitch I got beam like Scotty
Leave you spotty
When I point this aim at your brain
And leave them hollow thangs in your body
Lodi-dodi I drinks Bacardi
Gets dick hard drunk
When I’m off that skunk punk
And you don’t wanna dance tingo tango
I let my left right mingle mangle
To your jaw southpaw
It oughta be a law against these thangs I throw
About to lay some shit down with Celly Cel and Bo From the Garden Blocc
Hillside got they Glock
Mack 10's
Mobb shit’ll neva end
I’m tryin' to have it all
So I ball 'till I’m gold
Mobbin' through a sixty usin' cruise control
I’m fuckin' wit that click nigga
That big nigga on the block
With Glocks, Rag Tops
Cut thangs on them gold knocks
Better watch your back 'cuz we strapped with teks
Push up in a blue Lex'
And dump caps to your neck
Mobb shit
Bustaz all die
Leather trench
Brim and two nines
Costume of a killa
At your bed side holdin' on two millas
Uggh we bust them teks close range
Livin' estranged
Called insane
'Cuz when it’s on it’s on site no matter night or day
And you can’t fuck wit these
Get smothered with a half a key
Bitch
Celly Cel:
Give me the ball and I’ma fill the lane like 'Fenney
Hardaway 'cuz I’m out to get every penny
Any nigga disrespectin' when I’m checkin' for my scrilla
I know’m stilla wig splittin' killa ain’t no realla
Nigga realla than me Mobbin' through your hood and takin' heads
Slumpin' hangin out the windows dumpin'
And shakin' 'Feds
So mind your own
Cross the line and see how quick they gone
Head blown decapitated caught slippin' in my zone
Fuckin' with this Mobb shit
Niggaz get they wig split
Uggh it’s the murder man posted at the front door
And when they comes I dumps with both four-four's
Letin' 'em have it 'cuz I’m static
Dumpin the grass
Killed his ass
And then kneel down and get my last laugh
Punk bitch shouldn’t have tripped
Now he lay dead in the ditch
Ass ripped
Suckin' on his own dick
Money talk
Bullshit walk
Fool this ain’t no sunshine
Three killas
One garden blocc, two hillside
This shit’s fucked and I am tag teamin' with the murder man
And that’ll hurt a man
Niggaz doin' dirt and
All you got to do is hop your ass in my 'Cut
We’ll be back tomorrow mornin'
Cell, you comin' or what?
I got this gut feelin'
About to make the killin' for a livin'
The contract said the nigga wore a wire tap
And they want him dead
A hundred G’s for his head
And leave a bloody glove down where that body bled
Celly Cel:
Red rum is what I’m hummin' as I hit the fence
Homicide looked for prints but found no evidence
Stuffed his head in the duffel bag and zipped it up Them ballas want to see his face before they break us off a cut
There it is cashed him like some chips at Reno
Slid us a briefcase full of crispy ass C-Notes
Made the hit
Got the scrilla
Gone without a trace
B behind the wheel
And Bo Loc cuffed to the briefcase
Yo' nigga Cell got the chopper 'case they on my trail
If it’s a tail then I’ma leave a 50 empty shells
Pistol smokin'
These niggaz know we ain’t no jokin'
Split up the tokens
And I’m back in the hood loccin'
Fuckin' with this Mobb shit
Niggaz get they wig split
Yeah, like a real hillside strangler, yola slanger, tryin to get a Buck but if I’m fucked in the gas chamber.
The autopsy red, them niggaz had some heat fo yo ass.
And never leave your block without your glock, clip and mask.
Haters hatin but its all game related and that’s what we do bitch
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Bitch I got beam like Scotty
Zostawić
Kiedy celuję w twój mózg
I zostaw te puste rzeczy w swoim ciele
Lodi-dodi i pije Bacardi
Dostaje dick ciężko pijany
When I ' m off that skunk punk
And you don ' t wanna dance Tingo tango
I let my left right mingle mangle
To your jaw southpaw
To powinno być prawo przeciwko tym rzeczom, które rzucam.
Zamierzam się zabawić z Celly Cel i Bo Z Garden Bloc.
Hillside got they Glock
Mack 10 ' s
Mobb shit ' ll neva end
I 'm tryin' to have it all
So I ball 'till I' m gold
Mobbin 'through a sixty usin' cruise control
I' m fuckin ' wit that click nigga
That big nigga on the block
Z Glockami, Szmatkami
Cut thangs on them gold knocks
Better watch your back ' Boz we strapped with teks
Push up in a blue Lex'
I zrzucić czapki na szyję
Mobb shit
Bustaz all die
Rów skórzany
Brim and two nines
Costume of a killa
"At your bed side holdin' on two millas"
Zgarniemy ich z bliska.
Livin ' estranged
Called insane
'Cuz when it' s on it ' s on site no matter night or day
A ty nie możesz się z nimi pieprzyć.
Zostać uduszonym połową klucza
Suka.
Celly Cel:
Daj mi piłkę, a wypełnię pas jak Fenney.
Hardaway 'cuz I' m out to get every penny
Any nigga disrespectin 'when I' m checkin ' for my scrilla
I know' m stilla wig splittin 'killa ain' t no realla
Nigga realla than me Mobbin 'through your hood and takin' heads
Slumpin 'hangin out the windows dumpin'
And shakin '' Feds
Więc uważaj na siebie.
Przekrocz linię I zobacz, jak szybko odjechali.
Head blown decapitated caught slippin ' in my zone
Kurwa z tym Mobb gówno
Niggaz get they wig split
Uggh to ten morderca postawiony przy drzwiach wejściowych.
A kiedy się zjawią, rzucę się w obie czwórki.
Letin ''em have it' Boz I ' m static
Dumpin the grass
Zabił go.
A potem klęknij i śmiej się ostatni
Punk bitch shouldn ' t have tripped
Teraz leży martwy w rowie.
Ass ripped
Suckin ' on his own dick
Money talk
Bullshit walk
Fool this ain ' t no sunshine
Three killas
Jeden Ogród, dwa wzgórza
To gówno jest pojebane i jestem tag teamin ' z mordercą
And that ' ll hurt a man
Niggaz doin ' dirt and
Wszystko co musisz zrobić, to wskoczyć w moją działkę.
Wrócimy jutro rano.
Cell, idziesz czy nie?
Mam przeczucie.
About to make the killin'for a livin'
Kontrakt mówi, że Czarnuch miał podsłuch.
I chcą jego śmierci.
100 tysięcy za jego głowę.
And leave a bloody glove down where that body Bleed
Celly Cel:
Red rum is what I 'm hummin' as I hit the fence
Wydział zabójstw szukał odcisków, ale nie znalazł żadnych dowodów.
Wepchnął głowę do worka i zapinał na zamek.
Tam jest spieniężony jak jakieś żetony w Reno
Wsunął nam walizkę pełną chrupiącego tyłka C-Notes
"Made the hit"
Got the scrilla
Gone without a trace
B behind the wheel
A Bo Loc przykuty do teczki
Yo 'nigga Cell got the chopper' case they on my trail
Jeśli to ogon, to zostawię 50 pustych łusek.
Pistol smokin'
These niggaz know we ain't no jokin'
Podziel żetony
And I 'm back in the hood loccin'
Kurwa z tym Mobb gówno
Niggaz get they wig split
Tak, jak prawdziwy dusiciel z hillside, yola slanger, próbujący dostać dolara, ale jeśli mam przejebane w komorze gazowej.
Na autopsji było gorąco.
I nigdy nie opuszczaj bloku bez Glocka, klipsa i maski.
Haters Hattin but its all game related and that ' s what we do bitch