Big Shug — Capture (Militia Pt. 3) (Feat. Big Shug And Freddie Foxxx) tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Give a nigga pain
Listen to a brother who knows
Give a nigga pain
It’s the real, it’s the Militia
First name Vete, last name Ran
I drop bombs hit you with the curse of Jevron
Broken arms, shattered glasses, whipped asses
I advise you to tell us where the cash is Itchy fingers 'cause nothing but gun fire
We disallow all these cats in the camp
We the champs, not really to boast and brag
Bustin' heads, body bags and toe tags
Black mags to blow your whole chest in half
If you don’t know the equation then you can’t do the math
I know you cram to understand the plan, but you too
Caught up in the rapture, front and we will capture
See men and strap ya, cock back and blast ya Blow up your fuckin' house while we still lookin' at ya Militia man, man part three
Put your money in the bank and hold rank
Give a nigga pain
Listen to a brother who knows
I push these lyrics through any Emcee and make it burn
Put your money in the bank and hold rank
Give a nigga pain
Listen to a brother who knows, it’s the Militia
Just to feed the babies I’ll infect you like rabies
With a lust for the gravy, you know the God must be crazy
I’m sick with it, I’m built with stilts for you midgets
While you fidget, you could get kill’t for your digits
I’ll creep on the low, keep it a secret yo I swore an oath to dump on you, out the Jeep window
I don’t care if you a geek or a thug, you sleepin' on us And you could catch it, some royal heat from the snub
Since the streets is watchin' niggaz might see us often
We told you rap cats we would keep it poppin'
See all I got is a lot of bad news for y’all
You’re gonna need more than a lot of tattoos on y’all
You got an army, you still ain’t got no wins against us You’re gonna need more than doo rags and Timb’s against us And fuck your goons 'cause we always get what we’re after
We bought you this book of torture, this one is Capture
Put your money in the bank, and hold rank
Give a nigga pain
Listen to a brother who knows
It’s the Militia
There’s one ripped out the frame, felony act
Everybody get the fuck up, welcome me back
I’m the unseen hand that controls 200 niggaz
Parked while on the street out of unseen vans
I’m the law of the land, the rawness of man
That’ll show up on stage, puffin' on contraband
Capture, duct tape rapture, slapped ya Served up my Venus and Serena’s, cocked back
Clapped ya to Internet Emcees I’m virus
I’m a warrior, niggaz screamin', «Bumpy shot Cyrus»
I’m checked in to every hotel that you lay in Niggaz come to my suite to pick up heat
Y’all know who wrote the Bible in rap, for keepin', it real
Y’all know who buck fifty your face, I’m keepin', concealed
It’s Capture, get out the truck, I’m keepin' your wheels
You’ve Capture, 'cause you’ve got a gun you never conceal
I leave my hardcore demeanor in every rap arena
And underground club that I play in I spit raw verses that y’all ain’t sayin'
'Cause your soul was bought for what they payin'
You wanna have Bumpy heart you got to have Bumpy chest
I’ll bust right 'till I find just Bumpy left
I’ll bust mics 'till I have just enough breath
To take your heart, it’s thug grand death
Capture
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Give a nigga pain
"Listen to a brother who knows"
Give a nigga pain
To prawda, to milicja.
Imię Vete, nazwisko Ran
Zrzucę bomby uderzę cię klątwą Jevrona
Połamane ręce, roztrzaskane okulary, bita dupa
Radzę ci powiedzieć nam, gdzie jest gotówka, bo nic poza ogniem z broni.
We dislayment all these cats in the camp
My, mistrzowie, nie możemy się chwalić i chwalić.
Bustin ' heads, body bags and toe tags
Black mags to blow your whole chest in half
Jeśli nie znasz równania, to nie możesz liczyć.
Wiem, że chcesz zrozumieć plan, ale ty też.
Złapani w Wniebowzięcie, front i my schwytamy
See men and strap ya, cock back and blast ya Blow up your fuckin 'house while we still lookin' at ya Militia man, man part three
Włóż pieniądze do banku i utrzymaj pozycję.
Give a nigga pain
"Listen to a brother who knows"
I push these lyrics through any Emcee and make it burn
Włóż pieniądze do banku i utrzymaj pozycję.
Give a nigga pain
Posłuchaj brata, który wie, że to milicja.
Żeby nakarmić dzieci zarażę Cię jak wściekliznę.
Z żądzą sosu, wiesz, że Bóg musi być szalony.
Mam tego dość, jestem zbudowany z szczudeł dla was Karły
While you fidget, you could get kill not for your numbers
I ' ll creep on the low, keep it a secret yo I swallowed a swallow to dump on you, out the Jeep window
Nie obchodzi mnie, czy jesteś kujonem, czy bandytą, śpisz na nas i możesz to złapać.
Odkąd ulice nas obserwują niggaz może nas często widzieć
We told you rap cats we would keep it poppin'
Mam dla Was wiele złych wieści.
Będziesz potrzebował więcej niż dużo tatuaży.
Masz armię, nadal nie masz żadnych zwycięstw przeciwko nam będziesz potrzebował więcej niż doo rags i Timb 'S przeciwko nam i pieprzyć swoich zbirów' cause we always get what we ' re after
Kupiliśmy Ci księgę tortur, ta jest pojmana.
Włóż pieniądze do banku i utrzymaj pozycję.
Give a nigga pain
"Listen to a brother who knows"
To milicja.
Jeden wyrwał ramę, przestępstwo.
Wszyscy wstawać, powitajcie mnie z powrotem.
I ' m the unseen hand that controls 200 niggaz
Zaparkowany na ulicy z niewidzialnych vanów
I ' m the law of the land, the rawness of man
That 'll show up on stage, puffin' on contraband
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I' m a warrior, niggaz screamin', " Bumpy shot Cyrus»
Melduję się w każdym hotelu, w którym leżałeś, czarnuchu.
Y 'all know who written the Bible in rap, for keepin', it real
Y 'all know who buck fifty your face, I 'm keepin', Hidden
To Capture, get out the truck, I 'm keepin' your wheels
Złapałeś, bo masz broń, której nigdy nie ukrywasz.
I leave my hardcore demeanor in every rap arena
And underground club that I play in I spit raw verses that Y 'all ain ' t sayin'
'Cause your soul was bought for what they payin'
You wanna have Bumpy heart you got to have Bumpy chest
I 'll bust right' till I find just Bumpy left
I 'll bust mics' till I have just enough breath
To take your heart, it ' s thug grand death
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