Перевод песни Fat Joe – K.A.R.
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Coca, uhh, Krillz-mania, dale dale All my niggas locked down Doin that time, you heard me? This for you («How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») We kill 'em («How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») Fuck-boy niggas, let's go These niggas bitchin they snitchin they talkin to the coppers They plan to stop us and lock us, surround us by helicopters Joe got hella choppers and hella rockets, propeller poppers You better watch what you sayin, you sing and this ain't the opera Push your shit back like a Tracy album, you wildin I heard you pussy you was cryin minute you stepped on the Island Howlin — they tryin to dead us to stop the cheddar Now I'm forever gon' get it admit it this nigga's shittin Animal Hannibal flow, these hands'll damage you though It's understandable you tangible we'll dismantle your bones Chillin with my killers in my platinum Rolls Trinity's the avenue, anybody yappin well they got to go Find his whole body decomposed, black hoodie reaper clothes Shit if his momma seen him wouldn't even know Joe, I'm a don, the son of a God One of the hardest to ever yell out the Terror Squad («How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») Yeah («How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») Ka-ka-ka-ka-kill 'em («How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») Uhh, street shit right here («How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») Kill 'em, Street Runner Uhh, yo, yo Joey don't know never seen never heard shit Niggas is harassin me, tryin to get the murders kid I don't know them birds flew/flu, I don't know them killers went Mug shots you showin me these niggas probably innocent These live niggas turned coat, now witnesses They'll even tell on they moms, what the business is We even got some right here in the business kid And I ain't even gotta say no names, you know them niggas is Coca, movin blow down to Villanova Up to Poughkeepsie, got some new birds for Newburgh I don't know if you got the news, I'm a shoot-er And if that bitch ever get to talkin I will shoot her Come with them dogs, go to war with the true birds My moms on my mind, keep yellin I'm a loser Word to my nigga Pun, and his Honda scooter I lay a motherfucker down and throw away the Ruger («How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») You know, Pistol this one's for you («How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») Coca, Streets («How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») We kill 'em nigga, that's how! («How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») Brrap, brrrap brrap Kill 'em, spill 'em, hang 'em off the ceiling Fuck it throw him off the building watch him land on his children I am just a man but the plan is to fill 'em Hundred rounds and better if he shut up he'd be chillin Got a can like a frying pan, hotter than a skillet Give a nigga his life, now he got his name on a bullet Pull it~! Pull it~! Nigga don't hesitate, levitate Anybody soul who cooperates Feds right on top of me, duck 'em like Apollo Creed If you wanna find me well I'm anywhere the dollars be Killer shit is outta me, give it to whatever nigga wanted me In the Bronx River where the bodies be, fuck-boys! («How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto»)