Текст песни: We All Die One Day + перевод

Yeah!

You rocking with the Talk of New York Tony Yayo

Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins

Here we go!

Niggas know what I’m about out here

I don’t toot my own horn 'cause I don’t have to

You could run your mouth I don’t care

But if you get too close I’m gon' clap you

It’s too real out here to be scared

A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to

A man is a last thing you should fear

It ain’t considered a crime unless they catch you

We all die one day (Obie Trice!) (Go!)

Niggas when I step up in a bar (uh huh), faggots wanna look (what?)

Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook

Like I’mma stand here as a man and

Let some queer-ass, funny-looking nigga get the upper hand (hahaha)

I got issues, got no time

Got guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)

Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on!)

Everybody running for their motherfucking lives (ahh!)

Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely

Open up your fade your gray brain meets Motor City pave'

Your nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z

O’s an animals skirts get murked

Don’t ever let a nigga tell you slugs don’t hurt

Don’t ever let a nigga tell you to play the bar hard

Trust in God 'cause you’s about to get catch a bullet scar

I give a fuck where you from, who you be with

Keep this a secret right by the nuts

A 4−5 that’ll light niggas up and this 4−5 high make me not give a fuck

Niggas know what I’m about out here

I don’t toot my own horn 'cause I don’t have to

You could run your mouth I don’t care

But if you get too close I’m gon' clap you

It’s too real out here to be scared

A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to

A man is a last thing you should fear

It ain’t considered a crime unless they catch you

We all die one day

But as long as I’m here I’m gonna grab checks

And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks

Poverty’ll make your ass bet

My words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last set

They say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun

If that’s the case, then get a bigger one

You don’t think I pack the pump 'cause I’m out the hood?

That’s a stereotype, like everybody that’s Black can jump

I’m in the white mink, the fabric is done

Got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them

Out in Dallas to the Palace where the Mavericks is from

Living lavish I’m established, so the cabbage’ll come

I’m in the clouds, you don’t see me on the train

I travel first class, you ain’t even got a TV on your plane

You should be easy on my name 'cause I ain’t going back and forth

Your boss and your captain soft (BITCH!)

Niggas know what I’m about out here

I don’t toot my own horn 'cause I don’t have to

You could run your mouth I don’t care

But if you get too close I’m gon' clap you

It’s too real out here to be scared

A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to

A man is a last thing you should fear

It ain’t considered a crime unless they catch you

We all die one day

'Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it

You want it, you gon' get it

Name 'em we gon' hit 'em chew 'em up and spit 'em out

Too much venom and if you roll with 'em

We gon' fuck you up with 'em

I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose

My shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them, (BOOM)

You know how we do it when we do

How we do it when we come through

G-Unit, D-1−2 and Obie we all move like assassins

Ski mask and gloves consider this as a warning

Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs

But we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up

We are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though

Dragged your little body and fucked like Kim Osorio’s

Little sorry ho ass, go ask B-Real

We burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill (break it down!)

Did in the '90s, when you was in diapers still

Shady Records, you better believe the hype is real

This is no joke, I don’t smoke

But I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke (yeah!)

I’m an OG, you’re fucking with a G.I. Joe

Bia Bia, mira mio la vida loc'

I’m a psycho, Mariah ain’t got shit on me

When I retire I’ll be spitting baby food on people

At San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her

With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs

You ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in?

I put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion

Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog

I’ll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog

(Bring it, bring it, bring it back!)

Nobody told you that I’m loco, ése?

I lack every sane chemical in my membrane

I’m Slim Sha-D and the 'D' is for deez nuts

And you can get each one for free so feast up (uh-huh!)

I’ll pee in a cup for three months

I’m having an E party for Easter please come

'Cause we gon'

We gon' bring it to anybody who want it

You want it, you gon' get it

You name 'em and we’ll hit 'em, chew 'em up and spit 'em out

We gon' fuck you up with 'em

You can do all them push ups to pump up your chest

I got a twelve gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest

Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest

Fear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (goddamn)

Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle

I’m the strongest around, you know how I get down (woo!)

I watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy

And turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die (c'mon!)

If you trying to buy guns, I’m the nigga to look to

So what they got bodies on them? They still look new (yeah)

You can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something

When I raise my knife, shit, I’m fitting to cut something

They say I walk like Ron O’Neal, and talk like Goldie

If the bitch think I love her, the bitch don’t know me

Hahaha, sorry Kim (Oh, sorry, oh)

Niggas know what I’m about out here

I don’t toot my own horn 'cause I don’t have to

You could run your mouth I don’t care

But if you get too close I’m gon' clap you

It’s too real out here to be scared

A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to

A man is a last thing you should fear

It ain’t considered a crime unless they catch you

We all die one day