Перевод песни Tony Yayo – Homicide
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Turn me up in them fuckin headphones real quick man I’m feelin to body this track And body a nigga when I get the fuck outta here man Cocksucker this ain’t rap, check my rap sheets I feed you to the rats with peanut butter on yo' feet 44 bulldog, get money hustle hard So the feds want my face on that damn number card I drag you in your elevator, hit the stop button So when I pop somethin they can’t fingerprint nothin I help you wit’cho bitch, I’m lovin your dame Shoot her ass and her heart, hit her jugular vein Niggas talk it they don’t live it, these niggas is butt Go through they projects and they jewels is tucked I’m in apartment 4B, wipin down the llama With two freaks kissin like, Britney and Madonna And you know how I ride when the beef is on Pull up, LA LA like Jamaican songs It’s a niiiiiiiine, it’s a nine There’s a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground And that’s why homicide all around There’s a hole, there’s a hole There’s a hole in his head, hole in his leg Hole in his pants, holes everywhere And that’s why homicide all around There’s a body, there’s a body There’s a body in a drop, body in a lot Body uptown, body downtown And that’s why homicide all around I’m in that brand new Range; when I pull up kid I turn your brains into red concrete stains That’s the beauty of gruesome violence I’m loudmouth nigga but my Ruger silent Sun-up, sundown, my fishscale move And if a nigga wanna stop it he gon' be fish food Yeah Yayo rhyme but I murk a person And when your mind leave your body your spirit is soul searchin Gas your team, nigga I’mma blast your team I got plastic milk jugs full of gasoline Four-fours bark loud, you layin in heaven While your moms and your pops in deep clouds of depression I turn your head into pasta, and baked zuchinni Like that bitch did that rasta in «New Jack City» In broad daylight, you better think twice Or that thing on your hip nigga better spray right It’s a niiiiiiiine, it’s a nine There’s a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground And that’s why homicide all around It’s a hole, it’s a hole It’s a hole in his head, hole in his leg Hole in his pants, holes everywhere And that’s why homicide all around It’s a body, it’s a body It’s a body in a drop, body on the block Body uptown, body downtown And that’s why homicide all around Feelin to fuckin kill somebody right now nigga, fuck! Got a SHITLOAD of guns right now nigga Homicide come around I’m gone nigga When you see them suits and ties You best to believe I did that to you nigga Matter of fact I didn’t do that to you Huh, c’mon man, shit is real man This is for them niggas — fuck yo listen lemme tell you somethin Don’t run up on no whip Just run up on a nigga and blow his fuckin brains out That’s what, that’s gangsta nigga — you hear me? Don’t fuckin run up on a whip and spray somethin Lemme see you, shoot a nigga brains out And stand there for two minutes, and then run, motherfucker!