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

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    Название песни: 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

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