Текст песни 50 сent - Fuck da Police, Handle Beef On The Street 2010

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Ya'll niggas wanna get high, well we gonna get high then
Чуваки, вы хотите словить кайф, так сейчас мы с вами кайфанем

This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby
Эта дрянь перед вами наркотики, их можно купить, детка

50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigga
Это 50 cent, понимай это как хочешь, чувак

Yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six different wings in the spot, choose one
Йоу, эй-я, эй-я, на точке шесть разных группировок, выбери одну

Some get addicted, some do it for fun
Некоторые подсаживаются на это, другие так развлекаются

Boy my hoes are clean, just like my guns
Мои шлюхи чисты, как и мои стволы

And I keep them in a safe place, just like my funds
И я держу их в надежном месте, как и мои сбережения

I keep all my big bills, give my wifey the ones
Я беру все крупные купюры себе, мелочь отдаю жене

Frontin' and I'll clap your ass and leave you for dead son
Скажи, что тебе это не нравится, и я пристрелю тебя и оставлю подыхать, сынок

Niggas who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound
Чуваки, которые меня знают, знают, как я зажигаю, я только что вышел из тюряги

NYPD crit the flip, get on some New York undercover shit
Полицейские Нью-Йорка ругают жестокость, а сами работают под прикрытием

Fuck wit dogs you ain't familiar wit, and get bit
Свяжись с незнакомыми псами - тебя покусают

Niggas scripted through the hit, for some paper and shit
Чуваки написали хит за бабло и наркоту

It's all about the cash, keep it in a stash
Все это из-за денег, храни их в тайнике

Some niggas talk shit wit they ass, I see through them like glass
Некоторые парни несут чушь, я вижу их насквозь

Popo lookin' for me, for some shit I did in the past
Копы ищут меня за то дерьмо, что я сделал раньше

If you don't like me at first, I'm gonna grow on you like a rash
Если сначала я вам не понравился, вы покроетесь мной как сыпью

This rap shit, I got it in smash, I'm built to last
Это рэп, он будет хитом, я пришел, чтобы остаться

Feel the wrath, I bust that ass, sit back and laugh (haha)
Почувствуй мой гнев, я стараюсь изо всех сил, устраивайтесь поудобнее и смейтесь (ха-ха)

You don't have to respect a nigga, but respect his cash
Ты не обязан уважать чувака, но уважай его бабло

Cause for the money, niggas will murder that ass
Потому что за деньги чуваки и убить могут

I came up fast, I watched a lot of gats blast
Я быстро вырос, видел много выстрелов

The power of the dollar (the cash, the cash)
Сила доллара (бабло, бабло)

Nigga don't you ever forget, I call the shots
Чувак, никогда не забывай, я тут отдаю приказы

I run the spots, extort your pops, flossin' drops
Я держу здесь точки, развожу лохов, никакого флирта

I'm "Livin Off Xperience" like Lox, I'm hot
Я «живу за счет опыта», я взрывной, как жидкий кислород

Check what I got, shorty got knocked
Зацени, что случилось, коротышку завалили

Comin' up out the capsule spot
Когда он выходил с наркоточки

On the uptown block, he couldn't run from the cops
Которая в квартале на окраине, он не смог убежать от копов

So my man got shot
И моего братана подстрелили

In a jet black Brasada, across the street from his mom's crib on his block
В черной как уголь Брасаде в его районе через дорогу от дома его мамы

I told him get them niggas that cash, they murdered that ass
Я говорил ему, чтобы он отдал чувакам бабло, они убили его

Niggas told 'em slow down, he was movin' too fast
Чуваки говорили, чтобы он притормозил, он слишком спешил

Heard the shot, went through his face after the glass, he crashed
Услышал выстрел, через стекло попал ему в лицо, он рухнул

Hit the three on his niggas grass, the cattle said it got low fast
Умер на траве Ya'll niggas wanna get high, well we gonna get high then
Dudes, you want to get high, so we are now with you kayfanem

This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby
This stuff before you drugs, they can be bought, baby

50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigga
This 50 cent, to understand it as you want, dude

Yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six different wings in the spot, choose one
Yo, hey, I, hey, I'm on the point of six different groups, choose one

Some get addicted, some do it for fun
Some sit down on it, as other fun

Boy my hoes are clean, just like my guns
My whores are clean, like my trunks

And I keep them in a safe place, just like my funds
And I keep them in a safe place, as my savings

I keep all my big bills, give my wifey the ones
I take all the major denominations themselves, I have given a trifle wife

Frontin 'and I'll clap your ass and leave you for dead son
Tell me what you do not like it, and I'll shoot you and leave to die, son

Niggas who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound
Dudes who know me, know how I light, I just got out of the slammer

NYPD crit the flip, get on some New York undercover shit
Police in New York criticized the cruelty, and do work undercover

Fuck wit dogs you is not familiar wit, and get bit
Contact with unfamiliar dogs - you bite

Niggas scripted through the hit, for some paper and shit
Dude wrote the lyrics for the loot and drugs

It's all about the cash, keep it in a stash
All this is because of the money, keep them in a hiding place

Some niggas talk shit wit they ass, I see through them like glass
Some guys are crap, I can see them through

Popo lookin 'for me, for some shit I did in the past
The cops are looking for me for the shit that I've done before

If you do not like me at first, I'm gonna grow on you like a rash
If at first I did not like you, you cover me like a rash

This rap shit, I got it in smash, I'm built to last
It's rap, it will be a hit, I came to stay

Feel the wrath, I bust that ass, sit back and laugh (haha)
Feel my wrath, I try my best, sit back and laugh (ha ha)

You do not have to respect a nigga, but respect his cash
You do not have to respect the guy, but I respect his loot

Cause for the money, niggas will murder that ass
Because of the money guys and can kill

I came up fast, I watched a lot of gats blast
I grew up quickly, saw a lot of shots

The power of the dollar (the cash, the cash)
The strength of the dollar (loot, loot)

Nigga do not you ever forget, I call the shots
Dude, never forget, I give the orders here

I run the spots, extort your pops, flossin 'drops
I hold here the point, breed suckers, no flirting

I'm "Livin Off Xperience" like Lox, I'm hot
I "live through the experience," I'm explosive, as liquid oxygen

Check what I got, shorty got knocked
Check it out, what happened, Shorty had stopped

Comin 'up out the capsule spot
When he went to narkotochki

On the uptown block, he could not run from the cops
Which in the quarter on the edge, he could not run away from the cops

So my man got shot
And my Bro shot

In a jet black Brasada, across the street from his mom's crib on his block
The black as coal Brasade in his district across the street from his home moms

I told him get them niggas that cash, they murdered that ass
I told him that he gave the loot dudes, they killed him

Niggas told 'em slow down, he was movin' too fast
Dude said, so he slowed down, he too was in a hurry

Heard the shot, went through his face after the glass, he crashed
I heard a shot through the glass hit him in the face, he fell

Hit the three on his niggas grass, the cattle said it got low fast
He died on the grass