Текст песни Game of Thrones (State Property) с переводом

Neighbors will never forgive me

Cuz I’m snappin' when shits in jeopardy

So choose your words wisely when you bastards try to approach me

Spitting with every ounce of me, preserving legacy

I done ran through poverty, people saluting me

I done seen what they tried to do to me

That’s why I keep the .45 close by, with that Philadelphia pride

I do it worldwide, see I grind straight from the muscle

Was thrown to the wolves to hustle

I gained respect from the customer

Cuz they make you rich when they’re rushing you

No games, no lames, yeah nigga, check out the mindframe

How I stick to the program, never crack in the jam

Still stick to the plan

I got you busters in my radar, I’m good in the books

That’s why I’m like fuck the (?) keep the ball

And I’ll filter through these phone calls, get a load of me

16's in the (?) cuz the public don’t get enough of me

Father, we have sinned. Seems to me, we ain’t innocent in this shit no more.

I don’t give a fuck, I’ma stay hard on my grind, fresh on these motherfucker’s

minds, going hard every fucking time

Old hoes tripping cuz my new bitches is foreign

Hit it all night, wake up and hit in the morning

Safety never on cuz niggas is drawn

Keep the safety off, might have to perform

Bust a move, smooth criminal dude

If in the mood, I’ll fuck up an instrumental or two

Hop in the limo like «woo!» shorty twisting up the fruit

Mixing D’USS with juice

I’m out the coupe making sure the bitches see me ball

They’re on their two

They’re snapping pictures as we’re pulling off

Cocaine kid lighting up a cig, Champagne suds dripping down my bed and we’re

all with the nut shit, all that fuck shit get resolved

I could trust that these niggas busters, fuck em all

This ain’t a threat, it’s a promise, I bomb atomically

A (?) popping shit on the galaxy

Yeah nigga, I’m here to make you aware and get you niggas prepared.

Yeah, I’ma put it in the air, can you feel it?

All the way live from the 215, where it ain’t safe outside

New joint venture deal, new businesses, read my lips

I’ve been the shit since the Genesis

I scripted this on the 13th anniversary of my first album

Boy, I was built for this, you already know I got the skill for this

The will for this, someone you know just spent a mill for this

The deal is that sign on the dotted line

Go straight to the dealer shit, take your mom from the burb, straight to the

villa shit

State prop chain gang, came to bring the feeling back

Bout to drop «Free Will» free still killing shit

It’s been a long time since I had to deal a brick

Sitting on a couple meal cuz I’m still in the mix

(?) came home, couple nigga still in the pen

They’re living through us, get that feel from the flicks

Mix hits with the street shit properly

Ain’t no stopping me, it’s the return of state property

You feel that? You feel the presence? You feel us in the essence? Huh?

Yeah, we’re back in the mix, them niggas you call when you need that fix

Mr. Vasquez, you know he reek havoc!

North sider rider, pack the pistols like P’s marriage

Keep a bad chick (?) randy savage

Come through (?) Sedan, wide as Aunt Karen

Welcome to the wasteland where we serve our own parents

Cops (?) drugs tryna frame us; Roger Rabbit

(?) delinquent, yeah I’ve always been a savage

Put em in a wheelchair like he got that Lou Gehrig

Lamborghini black banging «last train to paris»

With a white chick that grew up in a crib with both parents

Cutting through the traffic, cutting through the raindrops

Been through it all, percs couldn’t make the pain stop

Ducking bullets everyday, you don’t know what life like

Now I’m in a suite eating Cantaloupe and egg-whites

Why sell it (?) so you know he getting paid right

Put the prop back together, they’ll go insane, right?

We’re on the scene, we get a lick, we get a lick, we’ll control the scene.

Ya’ll already know what this thing here breed. This Realadelphia

It’s the one and only Neef Buck, Bucky Rogers, trash bag king

Couple carrots, VVS inside the pinky ring

Rubberband stacks, motherfuck a wallet

Color money, hundreds smelling like Narcotics

Made a prophet off the product and don’t nobody got it

I ain’t even drop the (?) it’s already getting solid

Get a (?) full of fish up out the water

Get a extra 14 when I cook 2 in a quarter

Stay loyal, stay real or stay the fuck from me

If it ain’t come in turkey bags, nigga it ain’t the «D»

Them numbers low on the juice, but it’s high on the tree

Niggas’ll point you to death, but who’s buyin a key?

Check out the horses on the grill

While I’m getting money from the pills

Switching gears by the wheel

Rose gold presidential, gotta keep the steel

I wasn’t born to be perfect, I was born to be real

See right now, I’m in control, and I get in contact with the ones that control

it. So all you bitch-made ass niggas, stay in your lane, recognize who own this

Taking orders, kitchen full of odor, mixed with Baking Soda

Couple sodas of that water, niggas sleeping in the Trap house

Grinding for them bands, chopper with a drum

Shit be sounding like them bands. Leave his shit blood when it’s time to get

muddy

Glock hold curry, hit until a nigga buried

Fuck them pussy niggas, man, they’re loco, they’re coco

Deep cover niggas, Johnny, I think they’re popo

Let the hoes know, here to pop it for the gunna

Sprinter for the winter, get exotic for the winter

Smoking exotic, heavy hitter, tell em (?)

Think they’re taking over, we giving niggas ether

Eagle, Freeway & Sigel, it’s «O» & Speezy

Chain-Gang, we’re known to bang bang, it’s buck & Peedi

For the gusto, till their flat-lined, we do them greasy

Bring an extra clip in case their greedy

Go bang bang bang bang!

They say when it rain, it’s pours. I suggest you niggas run and get your

umbrellas. I understand your situation, we’re oversold, ya’ll niggas

overzealous

Yeah, it’s the one and only Broad street, B. Sigel, the top shotta

I scar niggas' face, for that money and the power

Ready for war like Tony when he came for the powder

I chainsaw niggas like Angel in the shower

Black talon, copperheads, the hollows

Bullets travel wherever the beam follows

Strapped with my last name, compressor on the nozzle

Addressing all boys in the hood, what’s the problem?

Picture niggas trying, I’m a menace to society

Like O-Dog squeezing off that glick (?)

Never thought I’d live to see 21, honestly

State property bound prior to Jigga signing me

3 (?) in a pot, pine box probably

Demons on the side of me, ain’t nobody guiding me

Popping percs before Boone, I’ve been on my juice (?)

(purple rain) nigga higher than full moons

This is urgency. This is state of emergency. We’re dropping this hot shit

purposely. Recognize you’re in the presence of greatness when you’re in front

of me. When you’re standing next to me. This what I gotta deal with after I

kick my feet up? Huh? Is this what we’re reduced to? Seriously? Jigs up nigga,

the shows over motherfucker, SP!