Текст песни: Frontline + перевод

Maaaaaaan what you know about a cat like R?

A dime piece nigga chicks catfight for

My gat strike war begin on the blocks

And got words with any army member or cop

I’ll send 'em a shot cuz cult VI cats’ll attack

We hit the block til' we can build a castle with crack

No hasslin black I’m mad cuz rappers is wack

Don’t mind us culture subtractin' ya' stacks

We broadcastin' live from the streets where I come

Prepared for beef there’s no peace of mind some

Believe the Desert E’s relieves the problems

And if that’s the case then let’s get it poppin'

Juganot killin' 'em breakin' 'em off proper

The next big thing since Pun And Big Poppa

So big when I walk in a room it gets darker

I’m soon to be a household name just like Martha

Stewart and Bill Cosby and Bob Barker

The crew is Culture VI and type bonkers

Juganot tougher than Tonka the monster

Eatin' the tracks alive divide and conquer

D O S dead on sight whenever we meet

Wanted for murder what’d you do? I done killed another beat

Ash that before you pass that what is you doin'?

Throw some spit on the tip of the spliff prevent the canoeing

Culture VI introducin' I’ll take care of the lyrics you handle the producin'

Let’s be realistic I ain’t feelin' them they too simplistic

I’ll subtract you and add somethin' different listen

Collosal crews are crumblin' mumblin' mouths is runnin' and

No matter how you look at it nothin' amounts to nothin' and

Not a lot of rhymers wanna try to put on a facade of maraudin'

Oh shit the heart of the squadron

Gotta barrage of marksman as large as the Partridge

Rippin' bone flesh and arteries discardin' the carcass

Part of the squad is heartless and parts obnoxious

Throwin' fists to the sky knockin' gods unconcious

When it comes to beer I’m a Beck that guns I’m a Tech that

Beef I’m a check that set that and wet that

Puss I’m a wreck that gamble we can bet that

Raise me met that lose I collect that

Tools I can get that rules don’t respect that

Cars I’m a Lex that but only GS that

Chrome BBS that dough we don’t stress that

Hoes we don’t sweat that foes we address that

Go where ya' rest at Fours where ya' chest at

Holes where ya' vest at roll with the best cats

Who’s that??? Who’s that?

CULTURE VI!

Yo, You want war then you got it

C V I be Frontline with guns in our pockets

You want war then it’s over for you

We got soldiers with tools that’s focused on you

You want war then you got it

C V I be frontline with guns in our pockets

You want war then it’s over for you

We got soldiers with tools that’s focused on you

Check this out right here.

Maaan… I put the guns down we can do it with the fists

I ain’t the barber shop I can still get you clipped

Got a gauge behind the stove keep a tool in the room

Niggas had you up north washin' Fruit of the Looms

Dirty underwear cleaner comin' home try’na act meaner

Ya' nickname in Attica was Tina

Try’na act tough’ll only leave ya' eye crooked

Gimme the crack and tell ya' boss I took it

Titanium vest up under the shirt pussy

I see that maxi pad under your skirt

Don’t try to hide your dress get hit with 25 or less

Have the surgeons inside your chest

You Know it be P V itchy to bang when I’m venting my steam

Cuz all I shoot is my age and I M-16

If you rappin' and you heard me and you happen to disturb me

Quick to react with the mack and turn your jacket to a jersey

And just to get smacked or clapped you know it’s no prob

With recliner gats that kick back and take a load off

So chill out you want war ofcourse it’s a certainty

With chainsaws to take your brain off in gang surgery

Ya’ll rookie ass niggas I’m ripping these lames fuck this

With your wack I need to get in the game punches

Pollutin' these faggots put two in these rappers

The emcee Spielberg when I’m shootin' these actors

Bet a knife can make a pool of blood rise from your flesh

Makin' it easier for these bullets to dive in your chest

Killin' niggas with a dirty weapon

Keep talkin' we can fight and shoot the fair one plus 37

Ya' boy sick I don’t wanna breath on ya'

So please leave 'fore the snub nose sneeze on ya'

You can do a bid for a kid for a crime

And you still couldn’t serve a fuckin' sentence of mines

Release enough anger my common sense

In this rap tracks get to a point I touch danger

I’m underground archeoligists can learn from this

Watch this like Fossil watches’ll stop clocks in my force it’s

Forewarnin' precautions eat beef on ya' block no spoons street forks in

Peep often see me the heats all sick

You’ll see coffins beat off ya' C 4 bricks

It’s pretty rare you see me form an alliance

I keep my palm on an appliance in case I get warned by the sirens

Bogart got the heart of a lion seen my Moms cryin'

When I got stabbed and she thought I was dyin'

Ever since I’ve been sort of a tyrant

Gargamel — had 'em sparkin' els for they lost men and orphans

And I spit too sick for walkmans and all that tough shit you talkin'? Shit

I should send you my hollow tips cuz they rip through organs

Keyboards pianos it’s T. Soprano

It’s too much heat to handle

It’s Culture — 6 thousand degrees for vandals

You want war then you got it

C V I be frontline with guns in our pockets

You want war then it’s over for you

We got soldiers with tools that’s focused on you

You want war then you got it

C V I be frontline with guns in our pockets

You want war then it’s over for you

We got soldiers with tools that’s focused on you

You want war then you got it

C V I be frontline with guns in our pockets

You want war then it’s over for you

We got soldiers with tools that’s focused on you