Текст песни: Spit Your Game + перевод

Spit your game, talk your shit!

Grab your gat! (Whoo! Whoo!)

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat! (Whoo! Whoo!)

Spit you game, talk your shit (Y'all ready?)

Grab your gat, call your click (Y'all ready?)

Spit your game, talk your shit (We in Brooklyn now)

Grab your gat, call you click (King of New York!)

Squeeze your clip, hit the right one (B.I.G.!)

Pass that weed, I gotsta light one (Boom! Boom! Boom!)

Pass that weed, I gotsta light one (8 Ball &MJG)

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat, call your click

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat, call your click

Squeeze your clip, hit the right one

Pass that weed I gotsta light one

Squeeze your clip, hit the right one

Pass that weed I gotsta light one

Amred and dangerous, ain’t too many can bang wit us Straight up weed, no angel dust — label us Notorious

Thug ass niggaz that love to bust, it’s stange to us

Y’all niggaz be scramblin', gamblin'

Up in resturaunts with mandolins, and violins

We just sittin’here tryin’to win — tryin’not to sin

High off weed and lots of gin

So much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin’them Benjamins

Nigga you should too, if you knew, what this game’ll do to you

Been in this shit since ninety-two

Look at all the bullshit I been through

So-called beef with you-know-who

Fucked a few female stars or two

Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike

Shit — Not to be fucked wit; Motherfuckers better duck quick

Me and my dogs love to buck shit

Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim

No aspirations to quit the game

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat, call your click

Squeeze your clip, hit the right one

Pass that weed, I got to light one

All them niggaz, I got to fight one

All them hoes, I got to like one

Our situation is a tight one

Whatcha you gonna do — fight or run?

Ladies and gentlemen! Twista!

+ (Swizz Beatz)

Makin’money, livin’marvelous, In God we trust

Don’t too many niggaz wanna star wit us Got big guns in the car wit’us

Bust at any motherfucker actin’hard wit us They really wanna show you what a G I be

I’d rater be sippin’Remy in V.I.P

We can hear the music and it’ll be by me

Twista wit the legendary nigga, B.I.G

Brooklyn to K-Town, whe you checkin out the flow

you know it’s gon reign wit persistence

Two legends on the same track

Two different planes of existence

Let’s get it crackin, I love to bust flows

Hit it from the back, cause I love to fuck ho Do it for the city, I love Chicago

Calicos bumpin, I love to bust dough

You think you could spit on the mic

like you Bigge and flow just as stead as I?

Shit is real, you know you love em Youu ain’t got ready to die

Life After Death give it to you

However you want it nigga!

Got The Day After — give it to you

However you want it nigga!

Cause the shit’ll get deep

So I carry big heat

Screamin'"Come and get me"

Twista &Biggie on a Swizz Beat (Swizzie)

Free mills, I love to make one

All these cars, I love to ride one

All these hoes, I love to cut one

A tribute to Big, I love to bust one

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat, call your click

Squeeze yor clip, hit the right one

Pass that weed, I got to light one

All them niggaz, I got to fight one

All them hoes, I got to like one

Our situation is a tight one

Whatcha you gonna do — fight or run?

+ (Swizz Beatz)

In the middle of the hour niggaz bring

More drama then they baby mamas

Nigga wanna battle? Well, I’ll bomb ya — One man

But attack like a pack of piranhas like Terra-Cotta

Niggaz always ready for the war (Them Bone Boys are back! Them Bone Boys are

back!)

But they really don’t wanna see a nigga though

We can do 'em in a minute, then we finish wit em Hit 'em wit the feelin’of a nigga wit a suck ass flow

Doin’it wit Swizz — Oh No!

You niggaz in sone tro-ou-ble

Somebody better call po-po

It’s gonna be murder when I get to swevin 'em verbally

Nigga you hard of me, wig splitter

Killa nigga — word to me!

And I’m classic, like Bird &Magic

wit a tactic to snatch it Strap back and stack some platinum

Double on the mag random

wit the bullets I brand em Finna hold the game ransom

Runnin’up in your mansion

Catch the man and blas them cannons

Niggaz ain’t ready for this one cause

I’m on a mission to get even, better believe it

I’m heavily heated, it’s east yo see me If you want to see me, let that be the reason

2006! Come On!

Bad Boys! Come On!

Bad Boys! Come On!

+ (Swizz Beatz)

Damon Dash shoulda did Ultimate Hustler about me

I’m a little bit of Scarface, Pac, and B.I.G

Call me if you lookin’for that raw shit of the corner

If you ask about who run the South, I’m somethin’like the owner (Bad Boy!

Ask about me!)

Somethin’like one of the rawess niggaz to touch the mic

Diddy stayin’mad at me, I’m gettin’high and missin’the fight (Bad Boy! Bad Boy!)

At the hotel wit a couple of banks, gettin’right

Gettin lit, gettin’full of that light green sticky shit (Turn it up! Turn it up!

+ (Swizz Beatz)

Get that cheese, get that dough, about to leave, pimp a ho (Turn it up!

Turn it up!)

MJG’s at the back do', infared is aimin’at yo — head (Turn it up! Turn it up!)

Make a move and you dead! Tryin’to prove you ain’scared

Shut your mouth, come from off of that bread, come out from under that bed

Hit the block, count that cash, hit the spot, hit the stash

Don’t run out, never never, keep it sweatin', make it last

Forever, we be keepin that heat, from underneat that seat

Look at all the bullshit I been through, but I still keep it street! (Swizzie!)

+ (Krayzie Bone)

You just heard the sounds of Twista!

8 Ball &MJG! Bone Thugs-N-Harmony!

B.I.G. (No-Torious) There’s only one crown, man!

(No-Torious…No-Torious…No-Torious)