Текст песни Jay, 50, & Weezy (Dee-1) с переводом

Yea, so picture I had this dream right?

When I walked into this office building,

And the receptionist came out and said:

«Mr.Augustine, your party is ready upstairs.»

So I walk in the room, and I see Jay-Z, 50 Cent, and Lil Wayne

Sitting at a round table right?

Here’s what happened look…

What up Jay, what up Fif, what up weezy I’m Dee

I preciate yall for having this conversation with me,

I know that I’m the brokest person in the room yo,

But money dont matter here because I’m rich with ideas

First off I grew up listening to all of yall

From the «Block is Hot» to «Get rich» to «Blueprint» I got it all

I paid twenty for «The Block is Hot» at 'Peaches' Wayne and Hove I bought

VOlume 2 cause I loved «Mney aint a thing»

Fif, you had it locked in high school,

You’re the reason I stopped buying Ja Rule,

but I graduated from that train of thought

So thats why I’m here today, not to fuss but to talk.

Here we go, look…

50: You’re a marketing genius and you’re stupid rich

Let’s come up with a scheme and give the game a super fix

I seen you slaughter the careers of other men

But they were all brothermen, so that’s just another win

For the other team, entertainment is what it seems

But black on black hatred is the underlying theme

Paid, powerful, and popular, you got it all

Use that to fight the real enemies and make em fall

Other rappers might not understand, but so what?

The game probably got em bending over doing a toe touch; it’s raping em!

So Fif, I know you got a heart, homie I don’t doubt you

But trust, the movement’s gon move on with or without you.

Lil Weezy, flow off the heezy

But we don’t feel your presence down in the Big Easy

Shouting out New Orleans at the Grammys, that’s cool

But how bout donating some cash money to help the schools

Wealth is cool, but not if you’re a selfish dude

(Get at him Dee!) -Nah, let’s help this dude

Every statement that I yell is true

So take heed to it Weezy, this ain’t coming from no jealous dude

I know you’re smart son, you went to McMain

Now everything you say and do got kids trying to be Wayne

Friend or foe, it all depends on how you manage your talents

So what you gon do: Step up or step down from the challenge

Young Hov, Jigga, H to the Izzo

It’s truly an honor for me to meet you my nizzle

It’s impossible to belittle your impact on the game

You got the hottest chick in the world wearing your wedding ring (That's right.)

You know most of these lil rappers are wack

They spitting poison, they hurting the culture, they’re holding us back

But I’m trying to see how you feel, cause when you speak, people listen

Do you agree with me, disagree, or you feel indifferent?

With all that you done sold, now you can afford to be

Lyrically, Talib Kweli

But truthfully you ain’t gotta rhyme like Common Sense

Just be down for the cause and don’t ride the fence, ya heard?

But hold up fellas, look while I got yalls attention men like

Let me let y’all hol up

Let me find it in this notebook right quick

Lemme let yall here this… this other rap thst I wrote,

Man I was actually writing a rap on this same topic,

I just didn’t know I was goig to meet y’all like this

you feel me

So, look tell me what yall think about it

You know I’m still unsigned, look

Look at this

We got the blind leading the blind

Man, how stupid can we get, I just couldn’t let it slide this time

Besides, my people need this

And I ain’t on a major label, so they can’t delete this

Ha, let’s go in:

Now every rapper needs to lose their deals and earn em back

Most of em done let the industry take em and turn em wack

I be spitting from the soul, so they feel ya boy

I want your EAR and your HEART, like Amelia, boy

Stop Snitching. That’s the dumbest thing I ever heard of

That’s why nobody spoke up when my dawg got murdered

Everybody trying to stay true to the rules

Forget the rules if the rules was devised by fools

Most rappers is puppets, that can’t be avoided

Being used for their stupidity, then getting exploited

By a man with a different color skin

But homie we grown men, so that’s why I blame us and them

Me and you, we’re David; the industry’s Goliath

I’m here to fight it, & all that trash, I don’t buy it

When I was lost, I used to look up to these cats

Now I pray for these cats,; How you love that?

A young, dumb, desperate, money hungry rapper

First a label sees him, then they go in for the capture

Precisely what they’re after, another pawn

Talking bout the people you killed, Pop pop pop pop… Hold on

They also like it when you talk about your drugs

How much you sell em for? 18.5, oh that’s what’s up

I’m trying not to point, but I hope you get the point

These cats ain’t running the game right, I’m a get the point

Fight him, battle him, the media stay instigating

To us it’s real beef, to them it’s instant ratings

Then when somebody get shot, it’s such a problem

That same media’s now saying WE should stop the violence

Ancestors of ours are screaming from the grave

Cause physically we’re free, but we’re still some mental slaves

Ancestors of ours are SCREAMING from the grave,

Cause physically we’re free, but we’re still some mental slaves…

So what ya’ll think?