Текст песни Judgement Day (Cold 187um) с переводом

«can I get a little time man, can I get some time»

No, no, time is expired mothafuckers (*Gun Shots*)

Do you know motherfuckers need to get the fuck up off our back «yeah»

Cause you know A.T.L ain’t never going out like that «Black Mafia Life»

I am the Coooooold 187

Yo, and I’ma do a little somethin' like this

Now see some try to label me a psychopath

Cause I think the shit is funny when I’m bustin' on a fool’s ass

It don’t matter, (shit's out the Glock)

Cause ain’t no names on a bullet in a shootout

The way I think is kinda strange you would guess

But nowadays it’s like the motherfuckin' wild west

One come up, put you six feet under

And do it so fast I’ll make everybody wonder

Yo? Where he go, where he been, where he at

They find you in the alley with a .38 slug in your back

Cooold, waiting for the meat wagon

I put two in your head to let you know it wouldn’t lack

Straight Mafia style is kinda crazy

Nooooooh, the motherfucker didn’t fade me

Yo, so tell your homie, tell your clique, tell your gang

Then we can go cap for cap, or we could throw them thangs

But in a heated scrap when things are cookin'

One of my homies might bust when you ain’t lookin' (*Gun shots*)

And now they saying that them niggas be trippin

But just like we say in the hood «don't get caught slippin»

So I stay strapped, even though I rap

When I step, see, the old punks and new jacks

They still wanna get a rep

But I’ll be that motherfucker just like the Grim Reaper

But a little bit cheaper

So fool, you better get your shit together

Cause if you fuck with 87 he will hunt you forever

Yeah, and that’s how you deal with them punk motherfuckers…

Ha ha ha, yo. yo KMG «What's up my nigga»

What’s up man?

This is the process «The process of what?»

Process of Elimination «yeah»

Eliminatin' all fools that don’t understand the

Black Mafia sound «hell yeah»

Let me let 'em have it

You see, you could just label me the undertaker

Cause I speed up your chance for you to meet your maker

See, Judgement Day has come

You’re being tried by a black-Ass-Nigga that’s pulled many triggas

Shit, I’m the jury and I’m also the judge

For this I’m around, I can’t show much love

Here’s a vision: I’m a motherfuckin' assassin

Fools I clip keeps me clockin' a grip

So I lay low then I wait for a connection

«Surveillance ain’t shit to us without police protection»

Cause when niggas got a gun «yeah»

Motherfuckers better run

Cause there’s one more thing that’s worse than a black man rappin'

And that’s another nigga cappin'

Cause when brothers were slaves, if a nigga had a gat

He woulda fucked all the hoes and took the white man’s sack

But this is the 90's and what’s really going on?

We jackin' marks for their title, they ends and they zones

Give a pimp a little paper, he’s a politician

Anything’s possible, call me Alouitious

Shit, this is a potion to sip and don’t hurl

A Black Mafia bullet from the underworld

So if you scared of the rhymes and you ain’t really used to us

You a black guillotine, the motherfuckin' executioners

Yeah, Now let a real G from the real niggas eliminate a few fools…

Yeah, MC Ren in here, you know what I’m sayin'?

All about that Black Mafia Life

With A.T.L you know I’m livin' like a hustler

I’m the real nigga number 1

Yo, we about to do somethin' right here so check this out

It goes like this. check it

The process of elimination

The real nigga number one

I’ll get the motherfuckin' job done

Because my voice is like a defensive line

You beggin' for me to come with it because

I’m attacking you with the rhyme

Because MC Ren’ll talk the days of wayback

And how I had niggas on they backs

Getting fucked like a hoe in the back of a six-fo'

And sucking dicks like tricks

I only hang with G’s, Cause they don’t give a diznamn

To make it clear, they don’t give a damn

I used to wear black but the shit got played

From the biting-Ass-Niggas that I slayed

For trying to walk the path that I walk in

And 90% of 'em try to talk how I be talkin'

Yo, but they can’t get that cause Ren ain’t wit that

And niggas in L.A. you need to quit that

So get your mouth off my family jewels

Cause playin' with Ren, you ain’t fuckin' wit rules

It’s every nigga for himself when I’m known to start to swing

Cause it ain’t nothing but a thing

Or I can make it happen quick and put a bullet to your chest (*Gunshot*)

So I can speed up the process…

Hey yo, KM. G «What's up»

Why don’t tell these niggas what time it is in '91

Yeah, there it is

The straight gangster shit on the motherfuckin' hit

The Black Mafia sound from the motherfuckin' underground

Cussin' and bussin'

Lettin the underground have it

There it is!

And yo, this is MC Ren

Real nigga number one

Gettin' the job done, yo!

And everybody out there, they know what time it is

Tell 'em what’s up

Yo this is Cooooooooold 187

Yo, you know I’m doing the mad-Ass-Gangster shit always

That’s how I gets paid

Yo, we gotta sign off and we outta here… yeah.

Now that’s how you kill somebody my brother

You get right up on the motherfucker, and BOO-YAA!

Blow his brains all over the sidewalk in broad daylight.