Текст песни Family Affair (Shareefa) с переводом

Feel like niggas taking us as a joke

Gotta show 'em who boss

My team gotta eat

You niggas be stupid and come with that beef shit you losin

My squad is guerillas no questions don’t like us then sue us

A natural disaster I follow the footsteps of Luda

It’s my time to shine

Don’t need no co-signer I speak through my music I’m tighter

Than any female in your camp, see I’m taking the title

Think I don’t see these snakes hatin on me

Time to expose these chicks soundin like me

Cheah! Lil' Fate, nigga

G-Road, Southside

You niggas can’t compete, I do this in my sleep

Dream about money, laying on million dollar sheets

Look at my feet, Louis, Gucci

To me Bathing Ape cheap, truly who he

Thank he is lookin all fruity?

Ghetto-ass nigga got some money and turned bougie

Look at all them groupies, bopping, jocking

Fuck that shit, Lil' Fate’s a problem, and you can’t stop him

I got a buncha shit

I got a buncha shit

Buncha flows, buncha dough, me and a buncha hoes

Drop some elbows on to ya, call 'em Dusty Rhodes

I done bought alot of ice, I don’t fuck with clothes

I was a felon, you see me fail

Now the truck so big I need CDL’s

Only child that’s poverty stricken

Project lifestyle, I will get rid of you nigga

Quicker than a sack off in the trap

Do it like the dons do it

I’mma serve the next car that come through here

We defeated the odds, my squad is the realest

End up reaching the stars, they say the sky was the limit

From the start to the finish the hardest that did it

Anything different is not realistic, we’re not listening

This is now a intro of a click called DT

Punch you in your shit folk, get wrong, silencer hit home

Ugly when they hit home

Tell them sucka niggas we from Southside we been on, we been on

Now I’m the hood’s best I dun travel the long road up on this rap quest

Strap vest young’n, North Carolina accent

Don’t act amped, Mac 10 bring truth with its back stance

Black bands on the money knots when I’m in the spot

Posted whipping pigeons in the kitchen for them lemon drops

I’ll fix ya when I hit ya clip hit ya for your lemon pop

Nowadays I ain’t on the block pitching but I’m in the spot shifting

For the top and the 6 is from the lot

Oasis of this desert rap mirage hierarchy

KN guns play for the your Suns like Barkley

So don’t bother me, we got choppers like west coast or Orange County

Born with that norm about me

They be high up like a balcony

Inspiration get it out of me especially when they doubting me

I’ll never go back to the Bedford Drive way of living

Cause I thrive on precision you’re high off wisdom

Yes I am a Christian, I make niggas listen

How my intermission one time found it’s way in prison

Cause I don’t act up, make you think

You hear that loud beep on a Mack Truck, ya hear me? Yeeeah!

Since I been wit a DTP, man everything just been better man

Better whips, better chains, better grip in the bank

Extra clips cause the young boy gun got better aim

Young veteran, let me spell my name, S-M-A-L-L-W-O-R-L-D

You will honor me, cover y’all niggas in dirt like pottery

My influence on this earth’s surface is certain 4.4 certain to blow

You who it’s curtains fo' when it’s for Kurtis Blows

This here for the world to know, we fixing to blow like Merlin’s nose

Twist chicks and curl they toes, then twist and twirl the dro

They say roses are red so is the gold on my neck

They say violets are blue and then my diamonds are too

D.T.P., got me on the bubble like court top

Since I met Luda I been playing diamond like shortstops

Sportin' rocks whiter than caucasians

Yellower than a coward tar hills in my red chain

Bluer than Smurfette’s face, see through like an X-Ray

Thanks to Chak and Jeff lots of wealth

Blocks and bells and stock and shares, I’m outta here

Man, when it come to getting head I’m the local champ

The only male that get licked more than a postage stamp

It’s a house in my garage, the car came with a green card

If you’re a peon that means it’s Eu-ro-pean

Punch lines bruise egos, rap Zab Judah

Don’t get *Furious 2 Fast* and *Crash* like Luda

Get dashed on, Bobby Johnson that ass

Got potatoes for haters, niggas want beef, they get mashed on

You ain’t know? Shawn mothafuckin' J, D.T.P

FPI, every mothafuckin.

It’s the verse that you been waiting on, from the nigga they be hating on

20 is the anchor every bitch is conversating on

Your crib got square feet, too much for me to talk about

You saving for your car note, my driveway’s a parking lot

Eastside OG, they hate it when a nigga leave

I’m coming up in this world, you niggas dry heave

This is my speed I been here from the first day

Y’all niggas can’t take our spot, y’all just valets

Motherfuckin right. You betta understand it man, it’s a Family Affair

Disturbing Tha Peace. Ludacris on the microphone

And as I told you before, we just getting started

That’s right. We don’t die, we multiply, nigga

So whoever want it, come on and get it

Whatever you want, we could supply it

That’s right dammit

Oh wait a second y’all thought I wasn’t gonna rap on this motherfucker too?

I’m the boss nigga, look…

Motherfucker, I’m a monster in this game, I thought I told you before

Fans so geeked up you think I sold them some blow

They sold on the flow, this rap game I’m closin the do'

5 years in a motherfucking row, who want it? I got it

Cuz my raps are chaotic, your face blue like Hypnotiq

Cause I’m a multi-millionaire who still using Ebonics

Or country grammar we gon' bananas in South Atlanta

Jesus was a carpenter so we’re proud about cocking them hammers. Nigga

I’mma leave you with that, think about. Let’s go…