C-Murder — No Limit Soldiers tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Uuhhh, at ease!
And truettes
Rest of my soldiers out there, Kevin Miller
This ya motherfuckin colonel
Rest in peace Tupac
of the motherfuckin team
And all y’all up there soldiers
Whazzup Big Boz, nigga!
Master P I got C-Murder with me T-Scot
Silkk the Shocker
Big Mo Gangsta T And you know what?
Big Man
We No Limit soldiers -- I thought I told ya (repeat 6X)
Mr. Serv On Mia X KLC
Mo B. Dick
Craig B Hope nigga!
So bitch get ya mind right -- I thought I told ya (repeat 2X)
Kane and Abel
Skull Duggery
We No Limit soldiers -- I thought I told ya (repeat 2X)
T-R-U
All y’all motherfuckin Tru soldiers
Verse One: Master P Nigga, I’m bustin me locs, but I’m hittin em down with jokes
Y’all niggaz on the rope, got your hoe on da scope
Bitches watching me, jockin me, nigga blockin me, cockin me Cause I’m the HARDEST motherfucker, out here rockin
I got the game in shades, got the niggaz in blades
I got them hoes on a raid, because the nigga gettin paid
I’ve got, niggaz from coast, slangin my dope
Got niggaz and G’s, and rollin keys keys to record sto’s
Get paid wit fatals, niggaz harder than Cato
Nigga turnin the tables, but niggaz livin like potatoes
Get chopped up in game, niggaz runnin my name
Master P up in chain, is he dead he’s a man
but I be bustin, hustlin, niggaz ain’t trustin
I’m a soldier, that’s why niggaz ain’t trustin
no bitch or no nigga, hoe or no sucka
Fiend or no clucker, but ready to hustle
With boulders, bigga than yo' shoulders
Runnin from the rollers, gone on that doja
Cause cowards despise, soldiers we ride
Killers with attitudes, but ready to die
Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get fucked
Turkeys get stuck, and niggaz get cuffed
Ready for combat, my gat with my hard hat
Strapped with my crew and my niggaz and all that
Down for whatever, niggaz straight rowdy
Ask any motherfucker in America they’ll tell ya, we bout it Soldiers out there tech, bustin don’t think
Lose ya life if you blink
Fuckin with them soldiers on the tank, cause
Chorus: Master P We No Limit soldiers -- I thought I told ya (repeat 8X)
Verse Two: Silkk the Shocker
Let’s get ready to rumble, them niggaz stumble
Hit em with left blows
Fuck it got death blows
Ready to got to war? Let’s go!
We killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, fuck it No Limit soldiers, close your eyes
Now picture me foldin dollar bills
I stay fuckin Tru, nigga fuck it, nigga do ya Nigga I come to life and I scare all y’all bustas like Freddy Kruger
Gangstafied nigga, true to the game nigga
Stay fuckin pullin triggas, fuck up all y’all niggaz
Cause I’m so fuckin T-R-U, representin I thought you knew
Cause killas killas killas
that’s all I be around, nigga fuckin fool
About face, this No Limit soldier
One to the two to the three (hah hah)
Nigga I tried to told ya Everybody quiet… while I load up this rifle (attention!)
Now all my soldiers start fightin
It’s time -- to go deep cover
Get to whoopin like Danny Glover, smother like jelly
Really, go deep like Jim Kelly
Fuck it, all y’all bustas open up y’all belly
Think we playin bitch, well we ain’t
I heard we had drama motherfucker
Put up the Benz and now we drive the tank
Cause all I want to be was a soldier
All I want to be was a soldier, soldier
Verse Three: C-Murder
I’m a No Limit motherfuckin soldier till I die
We run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my face
I ain’t scared to die, bitch like I said before, hoe
3rd Ward, I’m from that motherfuckin Calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy ass niggaz into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows oversea
Bringing bitches to the telly, put them hoes upon they knees
Gangstafied, like my motherfuckin homies Kane and Abel
No Limit, the world’s number one fuckin rap label (worldwide)
Competition get smoked like we smokin blunts
I take a playa hata and knock out his fuckin fronts
Dope slanga, now I’m slangin CD’s
A million records (platinum), it used to be some quarter keys
TRU tattooed on my back bitch thats my click
Ready to hop into some motherfuckin gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain’t scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggaz, put ya guns up if ya feel me But if ya talk shit, bitch ya betta kill me Like Skull I’m a hoodlum 4 life, I told ya We be some motherfuckin No Limit TRU soldiers
Verse Four: Mia X Hard times got my mind on cock, and massive thoughts be the plot
Top priorities the family dope and royalty
My loyalty, fiends with a gang of true niggaz
No colors, just a bunch of ignorant motherfuckers
Trust my pen is an infa-red
Hollow-tips be my lyrics dipped in venom when I send em they split ya head (pssssh) wide open
My rhymes on fire blood, but you can’t smoke ne’er a one
Don’t try to come, don’t even touch the mic
My shit so tight, it’s more correct than right, when I recite
absolutely, you booty-ass hoes and niggaz
Perpetratin behind water gun triggers
Hurry up and figure out that studio Gotti’s catch hotties to the mouth
Who got that clout, don’t act surprised cause it’s that bitch from the South
Mia X hoes, you don’t want no problems
Get so much respect, even yo' niggaz call me momma, the biggest one
to come stompin out the N.O., the crescent
Testin, chin-checkin, wreckin when I’m flexin on your WHOLE crew
Who wants to go to war with this lyrical arsenist
Ya talkin shit, I’ll having ya runnin for the thesaurus, cause I’m walkin wit
the big dogs without hesitation, Unlady Like as ever
Full of, verbal annhilation
Escaping, po-po's chasin, want ta catch me but they cain’t
I made em think, and now they too scared to run up on the tank
No Limit, you can start it, but we niggaz is the hardest
to deal wit, keeps the steel, and the plastics to peel wit
in reach, so we can touch yo' ass
And leave a bout it scarf on ya face, we soldiers
I thought I told ya TRU niggaz wave ya guns, show ya tattoos
Soldiers foe life nigga
Jumpin off the tank
Stay true to the gizame
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Spocznij!
I truettes
Reszta moich żołnierzy, Kevin Miller.
Ten pierdolony pułkownik
Spoczywaj w pokoju Tupac
drużyny
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Whazzup Big Boz, czarnuchu!
Master P I got C-Murder with me T-Scot
Silk the Shocker
Big Mo Gangsta T i wiesz co?
Big Man
We No Limit soldiers-I thought I told ya (repeat 6X)
Mr. Serv On Mia X KLC
Mo B. Dick
Craig B Hope nigga!
So bitch get ya mind right-I thought I told ya (repeat 2X)
Kane i Abel
Duggery Skull
We No Limit soldiers-I thought I told ya (repeat 2X)
T-R-U
All y ' all motherfuckin Tru soldiers
Wers pierwszy: Master P Nigga, I 'm bustin me locs, but I' m hittin em down with jokes
Y ' all niggaz on the rope, got your hoe on da scope
Bitches watching me, jockin me, nigga blockin me, cockin me Cause I ' m the HARDEST motherfucker, out here rockin
I got the game in shades, got the niggaz in blades
Mam te dziwki na nalocie, bo Czarnuch dostaje kasę.
I ' ve got, niggaz from coast, slangin my dope
Got niggaz and G 's, and rollin keys keys to record sto' s
Get paid wit fatals, niggaz harder than Cato
Nigga turnin the tables, but niggaz livin like potatoes
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Mistrz P w łańcuchu, czy on nie żyje?
but I be bustin, hustlin, niggaz ain ' t trustin
I 'm a soldier, that' s why niggaz ain ' t trustin
no bitch or no nigga, hoe or no sucka
Fiend or no clucker, but ready to hustle
Z głazami, bigga than yo ' shoulders
Runnin from the rollers, gone on that doja
Bo tchórze gardzą, żołnierze jeździmy
Zabójcy z postawami, ale gotowi na śmierć
Bo kurczaki się wyrywają, Dziwki się ruchają
Indyki utkną, a niggaz zostanie skuty
Gotowy do walki, mój gnat z moim kapeluszem
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Down for whatever, niggaz straight rowdy
Spytaj każdego skurwysyna w Ameryce. powiedzą ci, że jesteśmy żołnierzami.
Lose ya life if you mrugnij
Pieprzenie się z żołnierzami na czołgu, bo
Refren: Master P We No Limit soldiers-I thought I told ya (repeat 8X)
Zwrotka druga: Silkk the Shocker
Przygotujmy się na rumble, them niggaz stumble
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Fuck it got death blows
Gotowy na wojnę? Idziemy!
We killas and reals, drug dealers and killers, fuck it No Limit soldiers, close your eyes
A teraz wyobraź sobie, że składam dolary.
I stay Fucking Tru, nigga fuck it, nigga Do Ya Nigga I come to life and I scared all y ' all bustas like Freddy Kruger
Gangstafied nigga, true to the game nigga
Stay Fucking pullin triggas, fuck up all y ' all niggaz
Bo jestem tak cholernie T-R-U, representin myślałem, że wiesz
Cause killas killas killas
that ' s all I be around, nigga Fucking fool
W tył zwrot, ten No Limit soldier
Jeden do dwóch do trzech (ha ha)
Nigga I tried to told Ya Everybody quiet ... while I load up this rifle (attention!)
Teraz wszyscy moi żołnierze zaczynają walczyć.
Czas iść pod głęboką przykrywkę.
Get to whoopin like Danny Glover, dusić jak jelly
Naprawdę, idź głęboko jak Jim Kelly
Fuck it, all y 'all bustas open up y' all belly
Think we playin bitch, well we ain ' t
Słyszałem, że mamy dramat, skurwysynu.
Postaw Benza, a teraz przejedziemy się czołgiem.
Bo chcę być tylko żołnierzem.
Chcę być tylko żołnierzem, żołnierzu.
Werset Trzeci: C-Morderstwo
I ' m a No Limit motherfuckin soldier till I die
My tu rządzimy, a ja mówię to samo, z pistoletem przy twarzy.
I ain ' t scared to die, bitch like I said before, hoe
Trzeci oddział, jestem z tej pierdolonej Calliope.
Projekty wspierane na całym świecie przez handlarzy narkotyków
Transformin wimpy ass niggaz w zabójców
Taking over, worldwide, doing shows
Bringing bitches to the telly, put them hoes upon they knees
Gangstafied, like my motherfuckin homies Kane and Abel
No Limit, the world ' s number one Fucking rap label (worldwide)
Konkurencja się pali jak my Smokin blunts
Wezmę playa hata i rozwalę mu jebane tyłki.
Dope slanga, now I 'm slangin CD' s
A million records (platyna), dawniej były to
Tru tattooed on my back bitch thats my click
Gotowy wskoczyć do jakiegoś pierdolonego gangstera
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain ' t scared of nobody
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Real niggaz, put ya guns up if ya feel me But if ya talk shit, bitch ya betta kill me Like Skull I ' m a hoodlum 4 life, I told ya we be some motherfuckin No Limit Tru soldiers
Werset czwarty: Mia x Hard times got my mind on cock, and massive thoughts be the Fable
Najważniejsze priorytety rodzina dope I royalty
My loyalty, fiends with a gang of true niggaz
Bez kolorów, tylko Banda ignorantów
Zaufaj mi, mój długopis to infa-red.
Hollow-tips be my lyrics dipped in venom when I send em they split Ya head (pssssh) wide open
My rhymes on fire blood, but you can 't smoke ne' er a one
Nie próbuj przychodzić, nawet nie dotykaj mikrofonu.
Moje gówno jest tak ciasne, że jest bardziej poprawne niż właściwe, kiedy recytuję
absolutnie, wy dupowate dziwki i czarnuchy.
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Pospiesz się i rozgryź to studio Gotti ' s catch hotties to the mouth
Nie udawaj zaskoczonej, bo to ta suka z południa.
Mia X hoes, you don ' t want no problems
Get so much respect, even yo ' niggaz call me momma, the biggest one
to come stompin out the N. O., the crescent
Testin, chin-checkin, wreckin when I ' m flexin on your WHOLE crew
Kto chce iść na wojnę z tym lirycznym arsenistą
Ty pieprzysz gówno, I 'll have ya runnin for the thesaurus, because I' m walkin wit
wielkie psy bez wahania, nieładne jak zawsze
Pełne, werbalnej anhilacji
Uciekają, ścigani po-po, chcą mnie złapać, ale nie mogą.
Kazałem im myśleć, a teraz są zbyt przerażeni, by wpaść na czołg.
No Limit, you can start it, but we niggaz is the hardest
by radzić sobie z dowcipem, utrzymuje stal, a Tworzywa sztuczne obrać dowcipem
in reach, so we can touch yo ' ass
And leave a bout it Chust on ya face, we soldiers
I thought I told Ya Tru niggaz wave ya guns, show ya tattoas
Soldiers foe life nigga
Jumpin off the tank
Stay true to the gizame