Перевод песни Big Pun – Capital Punishment
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It’s mine, it’s all mine you understand At least me and my peoples Can you dig that? 21st century, thought I’d never see it Right around the corner, baby Ours for the takin' Yo I’ve seen child blossom to man Some withered and turned to murderers Led astray by the liars death glorifiers observin' us Watching us close, marketing host is here to purchase Purposely overtaxin' the earnings Nervous, burnin' down the churches They’re scared of us, rather beware than dare to trust Throw us in jail, million dollar bail, left there to rust Let’s call in order, give ourselves a chance to enhance broader Advance to where minorities are the majority voter Holdin' my own, I’m livin' alone in this cold world My sister just bought a home without a loan, you go girl She’s an exception, some people can leap to the impression See, me myself, I start flippin' and fall victim to deep depression I’m stressin' the issue here, so we can gross the fiscal year Tired of gettin' fired and hired as a pistol-eer There’s no longevity livin' off negativity Fuck it, I’d rather sell reefer than do pizza delivery That’s how the city be, everybody gettin' they hustle on Judge singin' death penalty like it’s his favorite fuckin' song Word is bond, takin' my life you know they lovin' it God, F the government and it’s fuckin' capital punishment Capital punishment, given by the government System so organized they get to you and who you runnin' with Can’t live alone, watch for the spies and tapped phones Totin' the llello for life, the rightful heir to the throne We come from Kings and Queens, people with dreams, Gods and Earths For what it’s worth, we benefit the Earth with infinite worth First it’s turnin' tables, open our own labels Disable the Republicans, then reverse capital punishment I’ve seen it all up close, shit out the movies you’d be buggin' My cousin Chuchi, barely a juve', lost it and turned on the oven He wasn’t playin', blew out the flame and started inhalin' Baring a secret too deep to keep on the street for sharin' Wearin' the virus, Acquired Immune Deficiency Dishin' his dick in every thick promiscuous fish in the sea Listen to me, shit is rough in the ghetto You bluff, blow your head off, fuck a snuff, we bust lead off Get off your high horse or die off like an extinction Boriquans are like Mohicans, The Last of the Po’Ricans We need some unity, fuck all the Jeeps and jewelry The maturity, keeps me six feet, above obscurity The streets are deadly and everybody’s a desperado I guess tomorrow ain’t promised unless you’re Amish and death’s your motto Like Zorro, I mark my territory with a symbol Not with a Z, but a P, 'cause Punishment’s what I resemble I lend you this if it expands yours, for you and yours A real man can’t fall, he stands tall The Man’s claws are diggin' in my back, I’m tryin' to hit him back Time to counteract, where my niggas at? Capital punishment, given by the government System so organized they get to you and who you runnin' with Can’t live alone, watch for the spies and tapped phones Totin' the llello for life the rightful heir to the throne We come from Kings and Queens, people with dreams, Gods and Earths For what it’s worth, we benefit the Earth with infinite worth First it’s turnin' tables, open our own labels Disable the Republicans, then reverse capital punishment You like that, it’s Pun and Prospect We hold nines, own more treasure than gold mines, makin' progress With Don Juan’s, there’s rules to be made, crews to be sprayed Dues to be paid, nothin' y’all can do to behave We laid in the slums, made a cake out of crumbs Even though the government, tryin' to take out our sons Rudy Gulliani trying to blind me, but I see reality Was raised with the street mentality My strategy’s why my battery never die The ghetto kept me wise, so I would never fall to the lies It’s no surprise, but do or die if you want the glamour Yeah, I want the glamour, laid up with cheese and trees in Atlanta While Cuban’s smoked out like Ronald Isley with Havanas The hammer in the palm, never shaky, calm handlers This renegade blow through barricades like grenades I turn the sun to shade, then the night back to day Like the twenty-four hour rotation I know the location, it’s just a little in-for-mation From the Squad, bringing the Terror for the nine-era And let it rain on your fine leather, nigga, what?