Текст песни: 14 Emcees + перевод

I go by the name of DJ Young Mase

D12 representor

Good to be back

But this time, I brought fourteen friends

Matter of fact, fourteen emcees!

Well what do ya know? Fatt Father done showed up

Break out the blunts and a couple boxes of doughnuts

No time for stunts, I’m one militant grown up

Drunk, willing to hold up chumps to get exposure

Fat Michigan soldier, cats itchin' to fold ya

Trapped in this ridiculous culture, fuck Oprah

No hope, my brain is broke, I’m bipolar

You microwave shit, I pop tarts with the toaster

(3Six!)

Beef with the beef, guarantee the whole crew will ride

Hang you, make your homicide look like suicide

So nigga, you decide

Either you run with the squad, or you can keep playing God and get crucified

Use the nine, I don’t ride when it’s Valentine

Send you to the angels like you been traded to Anaheim

Bring the caskets out whenever I’m spazzing out

To find you in the woods somewhere, like

(Shakia Snow!)

Body bag ‘em, toe-tag ‘em

Lyrically, I beat these beats up like a Magnum (Get ‘em)

You getting fucked tonight, you better grab something

Fuck boy, I can hire you to go bag something

My money long, I don’t even need a bank account

Big bank take your little bank, what your bank about?

Mine read whole numbers plus six zeroes

I be turning sixteens into a pocket full of Euros

(Kid Vishis!)

Yeah, Kid Vishis the Prince, sickest in Michigan since

I’ve been spittin', rippin' niggas is a tradition

I spaz, I can box, but I ain’t jabbin'

I’ma pop his light bulb like a good thought gone bad

Then get his chick, give her the hit stick like Madden

Fly as Aladdin, higher than Saturn with stilts

Every time I hit your white bitch twat, I get a gift

Call that shit my Cracker Jack box

(Shim E. Bango!)

Shim Bang', F.K., the boy, it’s me

My goal is to be as high as Charlie Sheen

It’s hard to take MCs serious on screen

When they prancin', dancin' harder than Ben Vereen

Ill skills, I spill fo' real

One shot put him in the chair like, «Chill»

I’m in the sky rollin' up ‘cause he be like, «Blill»

I know your momma won’t but yo' main bitch

I’m a drug mover and a rider, big wheel Blata

Beef like Kobe, I’m the shooter and the driver (T. Dot!)

Shoot ‘till you see straight through your marauda

Then slide off feelin' like Hakuna Matata

I don’t have lady drama

Stick her with seven pounds, six ounces like baby mama, .380 llama

Yeah I even got one wit' me, ‘cause I ain’t tryna let ‘em do me like they

(Let's go Beez!)

I’m blowin' ganja smoke, packin' all kinds of toast

That’ll make you change your lifestyle like the condom broke

Get rid of work, I’m on the turf move slabs often

I’ll push your shit back like a bad barber

I lines ‘em up well, aim sharp Steve Harvey

I’m Cheech and Chong, blowin' hong like three Marleys

I know they hate me

I ain’t in low definition so I’ma be the first to do murders in HD

(Reddbone!) Who the fuck is she?

The of these wolves, is that bitch a beast?

I eat the weak, chew ‘em up, floss my teeth

You hoes is sweet, Willy Wonka

Yo, regurgitate ya, low like Terminator

Stomp rat bitches like roaches, exterminata

Wig split up, kush hit a

A rhyme spitta, you want it? Niggas can come hither

(Seven the General!)

Ugh, guess who’s next to bat?

The Warith Dean Fard Muhammad of the beans and crack

OC’s, stick weed, coke, speed and smack

Low speed, no keys in an egregious Lac

Look, filipicus bone, fallopian tube

That’s one to the face and one to the boob, no interlude

I’m, a regular dude with metals and jewels

The Veteran, General on you letterman noobs

(Korona!)

It’s Korona, the sixteen queen, spit sick things, six sixteen

Since I split sixteen, I’ll use eight to show you I’m a problem

If X marks the spot hand me the problem now

‘Cause I ain’t movin', it’s gruelin' how I murder beats

You must be deaf, if you niggas ain’t heard of me

Detroit’s most wanted, the queen, head honcho

Bitch get out of line I’m puttin' hoes

(Mae Day, come on!)

These niggas ballin' all them babies

You ain’t in my league, JV, maybe, I NBA in HD

DOAO break beats, break bread, lay cheese

On a nigga head like he

Stay clean, not a speck of dust on me

Flow so cold could ride a Zamboni on it

My green yawnin', meanin' the money stretchin', good morning

And this ain’t Egypt, dethrone you niggas

(Moe Dirdee!)

I don’t answer questions, I ask ‘em

Came from the bottom, just ask ‘em, ask ‘em

My name’s Moe Dirdee, what you know about me?

What you know about work? Beef come, I’ma squirt

Chief blunts got purp, boat loads of hoes with throat action

Sniper rifle, thirty thirty, bolt action

Moe knows pros from zones

I’m runnin' through the green till I’m retired, vault Jacksons

Illest in the city, I’m your number one draft pick (Chacity!)

And most them bitches actin' like they never had shit

A1 and them hoes a C, average

Hand ware, like tags on a mattress

I hit the track with more crack than B Mo

Your rhymes foul, you don’t even get a free throw

Everybody might dig ya, but me know

Put the Tommy gun to him, bleed slow

(Calicoe!)

These rap niggas a disappointment

This shit I got stick like tats, so get your ointment

The shit I got fire, it probably could keep your joint lit

My gun’s pointin' like the refs ended the coin flip

It’s Calicoe, if you don’t know me better check the net

The only young nigga to stand out when he next to vets

Disrespect? You can get your whole section wet

When shit shakin', niggas disappearin', Etch A Sketch

Damn!

There you have it, fourteen emcees

D12, Young Mase!

You know what time it is, pay attention!

We back muthafuckas!

Shady Records!