Текст песни Family Reunion (Fabolous) с переводом

We gotta school y’all to the game

(One, two, one, two)

You know what? Let’s talk to 'em

Let’s go (let's go, the wolves is out, nigga)

Ain’t nobody tryna rap or play me

I’ll be at they crib with a couple hammers and a black old AV

Black gon' pay me, still get the smack off Baisley

'Cause I’m touching more diesel than Shaq old lady

Boy, you did it, I done it, I get it, I punish

The shit that I come with’ll seperate a rib from a stomach

I’m the boss, when I spit it, you love it, matter fact

I’m a Viking, I need a whole village to plumage

Yeah, the nigga is here, the city is scared

You got the throne? Then I think I need to sit in your chair

We could really get physical here

And the sky’s the limit nigga, I put your whole clique in the air

Baby, so quit playing, 'fore the clips spray 'em

And have his ass M.I.A. like Nick Saban

His whole shit caved in, my whole clique cavemen

Hard bodied nigga, my whole shit pavement

You can’t spit if you dead in the ground

In the woods, where you had to be found

And it’s good that you getting it now

In the precinct confessing it now

I can’t fuck with the rest of you clowns,

I am the silence before the storm, Lincoln Park, the Audubon

Slang rock on the same block that the water on

I be more than gone, run and get your order form

Next time I record a song, gon' put my daughter on

'Cause she realer than most niggas, I tote triggers

For you broke niggas and gold diggers with no figures

That why I palm the heater, for all you non-believers

I’m on your ass like white on Rice, I’m Condoleezza

Better con the preacher, you tryna get on a feature

Better get your casket bastard, I’m gon' eat ya

We ain’t in the same weight class, your fake-ass

Couldn’t stop a nigga with brake pads, I’m way past

Anything that you ever did, I’m better kid

And we never sweat a bid, it’s easy to get a SIG

In the bing, I’m like Ving Rhames, I bring pain

I sling 'caine off the wing like I’m King James

Y’all doubting who

When I spit the whole lead, they be calling Code Red like Mountain Dew

'Fore I count to two you could get your back blown

'Cause your gimmicks out of minutes like a TracFone

Get back homes, I’m back on my shit

I don’t mingle, I’m like Pringles: stacking my chips

Clapping my fifth, you the test me type

Coming out with a Blade to get Wesley Sniped

So the cops could arrest me, right, it’s not happening

You ain’t ever gonna get on, so stop rapping

H20 coming this summer, so stop asking

All heat like Wall Street, ya stock crashing

Now the Feds want to read his rights

Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ, I got passion

I’m Black and all my niggas getting this 'feti

We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags

So whatever you try and do lil niggas

I already done (Done)

And since you wan' live by it lil nigga

Then die by the gun (Gun, hol' up)

So whatever you try and do lil nigga (Like we always do about this time)

I already done (Done) (D-d-damn)

So how the fuck you gon' win little nigga? (Yes)

I’ve already won (Won) (Let's go, uh-huh)

Ayo, money is the root of all evil I thought

But when I’m broke is when I usually have the evilest thoughts

That’s when the arms come out, like sleeves when it’s short

With more bullets than your favorite wide receiver has caught

And that Randy Mossberg, ya Steve Smith & Wesson ya

The shoes pop up like Instant Messenger

You’ve got mail, nah, nigga, you got shells

And my MAC, you can’t use for iChat

I’ve got that, confused that with lie flat

And my gat is on leg like thigh tat

I that nigga, who you dudes?

Some broke niggas who tryna get some YouTube views

So 'less you want a point blank, boy, you’re too close

Bail’s in pocket, this is Lawyer Lou Los

I’m pretty sure more hotties seen me in that four door ridey

Double pipes like a sawed off shotty, nigga

I flow sickly, riding, bumping old Biggie

Roll with me or lose weight, Nicole Richie

Fuck plat', if I don’t reach diamond fame

I treat a nigga face like that old Simon game

Figured out why men try us, 'cause we O. D

On rims and thin tires, for that we Len Bias

All it take is a punch, he ain’t brave, he a punk

I’ll put his family in boxes, meet the Brady Bunch

How y’all feel yourselves? Should kill yourselves

Us Cowboys don’t need you, you Bill Parcells

And you ain’t gotta empty your pockets when the K’s out

Whatever you holding is mine, we my PayPal

See I don’t get how this guy is a threat

I make his life inept for a pie to the neck

Ride or die, I do both nigga, ride to the death

I a cappella the whole left side of his chest

Not retiring, still got that pension pending

Tryna pop the hood and see the engine missing

Double barrelled shotgun, how your men get missing

She got pretty brown eyes and she in mint condition

Oh, the SIG in the car, you dissin' moi

Take the ratchet go home and just Chris Benoit

Tell a bird like it is, you promise the broad

I one line her, you Isiah Thomas the broad

I could send a clique cartridge at a nemesis target

And catch a R.O.R. on some Jena 6 charges

Nah, I’ll put this thing away, I don’t even need a

Whole hairdo to clip 'em, all it take is one finger wave

Been in the for days, show you how I’m real

Come home to the truck with the Optimus Prime grill

Handed out crack, got the scene poppin' off

They not sleepin on 'em, the fiends is nodding off

All real, tell me how you a thug and you Superman

I just seen you in the club doing the Superman

A bunch of clowns homes, all I

Need in this world is the pound chrome, Huxtable brown stone

Major paper, cake by the layers

If these dudes is live, I’m the Create-A-Player

They callin 'em Kings when they so so hot

Something’s wrong with that picture, must be Photoshopped

I don’t promote violence, but when sparkin' the flame, blame

Arms start waving like the Carlton Banks dance

When them tools go pop, it move whole blocks

Come around with your dog and get Kujo shot

These MCs is lame, I try to be a MC with brains

These niggas is MC Brains

Being nice, rappers is far from being nice

I’m on the rooftop recording, niggas is being sniped

It’s like

So whatever you try and do lil niggas

I already done (Done)

And since you wan' live by it lil nigga

Then die by the gun (Gun, hol' up)

So whatever you try and do lil nigga

I already done (Done)

So how the fuck you gon' win little nigga?

I’ve already won (Won)

It’s a wrap. No more. Go back to your regularly scheduled program.

This a public service announcement, stamped by Killah BH. Uh-huh. No uh-huh