Текст песни: Root Of All Evil + перевод

The root of all evil, legal or illegal gettings

People’s purposes are shifted

Dollar signs on all our minds

At the core of what’s in store for me and my kind

The root of all evil, legal or illegal gettings

People’s purposes are shifted

Dollar signs on all our minds

At the core of what’s in store for me and my kind

You remind me of a toilet, trick

It seems that every time you come around, you’re always full of shit

Trying to be somebody you ain’t, take a vacation

And slow your roll before you fuck up your reputation

Yes, I’m down with that GLP love

We was rippin' and kickin' it way before the «Playa's Club»

Can’t none of you haters keep no talented players like us apart

The Bay’s on the map, I knew it from the fuckin' start

They talk down on us, but now they wanna be around us

Hatin' to the fullest extent but guess what

Everybody can’t be a GLP member

My niggas are sick as fuck, we’re lacing this agenda

Like a relay, so parlay, with a fifth of Marnier

I thought you knew, I’ll be around, it’s Rappin' 4-Tay

We deliver so game it’s getting lethal

So separate yours from mine, busta, trust a, root of all evil

The root of all evil, legal or illegal gettings

People’s purposes are shifted

Dollar signs on all our minds

At the core of what’s in store for me and my kind

The root of all evil, legal or illegal gettings

People’s purposes are shifted

Dollar signs on all our minds

At the core of what’s in store for me and my kind

Renewing my vessels, causing thresholds on a daily

Niggas faulty but ain’t no thang because these suckas can’t fade me

I want your undivided attention, the seasons of a winner

The top notch percenters to hop skotch beginners

Begin this apparatus, got the baddest conversation for those

Manipulated, you’re froze, so close the doors

Open up your mind for the rattle, niggas shackled like cattle

Disrespected like snitches and rounded up for the battle

Now ask yourself: who’s the baddest and the boldest from the shoulders?

The Low be rollin' thickest from the youngsters to the oldest

Legendary in my town when I was packin' my 9

But now I’m packin' my rhyme, it’s time to climb

Repenting for my old way of life so now I prosper and it’s proper

Thanks to the Most High, no need for my chopper

Back up out my face, there is no equal

Prepare for the sequel, you know what I’m sayin'

The root of all evil

The root of all evil, legal or illegal gettings

People’s purposes are shifted

Dollar signs on all our minds

At the core of what’s in store for me and my kind

The root of all evil, legal or illegal gettings

People’s purposes are shifted

Dollar signs on all our minds

At the core of what’s in store for me and my kind

Gang with me, none, my speech won’t be long

It’s about these felines who do not belong

In the field, the D zone, don’t know what page we be on

Everything you see is wrong so it’s a must to be strong, yo

Keep your clutch with reality and your salary

Your grip or grab a hold 'fore you end up tore up naturally

The ice cold cizash, the reason why we lose you

Do the dirty job, rob and mob or pop

If everybody had a mil ticket, house and a Lex

Rub off our good game, there’ll be no need to bless

Smoke dank for stress, but some fortune, don’t have it

Do not grab automatic, and man, if you do not have it

'Cause them homies with the same tats, same scratch broke flat

Got the game confused, don’t even know where home at

For the love of money, the earth should make it rain

For the petty pocket change, niggas bring the pain

The root of all evil

The root of all evil, legal or illegal gettings

People’s purposes are shifted

Dollar signs on all our minds

At the core of what’s in store for me and my kind

The root of all evil, legal or illegal gettings

People’s purposes are shifted

Dollar signs on all our minds

At the core of what’s in store for me and my kind

Five Times Nut, that’s my crew

And if you niggas in the field, never ever show no fear, make it clear

For your ear, I spin like a hemisphere

On a reel to reel, some call it a track

Be on the mack, that’s a fact, could not lack like that

Knick knack, even a stack for me rap

Snap back, we relax, ready to puff a twamp sack

He probably don’t even know the facts

Still packin' a gat on the ump that’s wack

Put yourself in a trap 'cause your mind went flat

Put the evil with the devil and you still don’t care less

Addicted to the game to try to earn a quick stack

Don’t ever think twice, you’d rather take their life

Ain’t forgiven by Christ, first of all, down to brawl night

Even against the law, yes y’all, do not take down far

Never to borrow nothin', always hid face, frontin'

And for nothin', bruh bruh

Word to the humbug, play a bee, stung ya with the

Root of all evil

(Legal or illegal gettings, people’s purposes are shifted)

The root of all evil, legal or illegal gettings

People’s purposes are shifted

Dollar signs on all our minds

At the core of what’s in store for me and my kind

The root of all evil, legal or illegal gettings

People’s purposes are shifted

Dollar signs on all our minds

At the core of what’s in store for me and my kind