Текст песни Military Minds (2Pac) с переводом

Stand in formation, my motherfuckin' real troopers

Let’s do it like soldiers — all and together now!

Ready? Hell yeah, y’all niggas better get ready

No retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!

Do it to 'em, c’mon never die thuggish, uhh — YES YES YES

Say what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?

Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?

Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?

Where my real thugs, where ya at?!

Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer

Real thugs, where ya at? You motherfuckin' home

Do it to 'em, do it to 'em

They love the way we do it to 'em, we do it to 'em

Suppress the revolution a premeditated scheme

Introduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens

Got a law for raw niggas, now, playa what it be like?

When will niggas see they got us bleedin' with three strikes?

Can’t seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I wrote this

Got these Devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus-pocus

And so I learned to earn my currency and over time

Affiliated, clearly click of military minds

May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox

Thugged out and drug dealin', from the womb to the block

My live mind got me survivin' five rounds (shots)

My forty-five got me fortified with live rounds

When shit’s thick we plot hits, when my Glock spits

All hail, out on bail, wrath of the 2Pacalypse

Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps

Outlaw Thug Niggas never left the Boot Camp

They called us for assignment, one of the squad’s finest

Skills in guerilla warfare and blessed with refinement

My rap sheet, contains sections of bomb sessions

Says I’m responsible for black Smif-N-Wessun

Puttin likkle yout’s in a military state of mind

Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined

Cocoa Brovaz 'pon de borderline

Test de sound and ye dead same ti-ime

Man to man, I’m facin' the Devil with a plan

Judo stance, first glance, I’m makin' my advance

Animal instincts, intelligence of an assassin

Masked men, ninjas that surround me, ready to attack

I react swiftly, what father taught me sticks with me

Never forget the method, stick and move strictly

Shit be seemin' like it’s closin' in

With no regrets I hold position

Cause I suppose I’m one of the chosen men

Picture being put in a position to move

And you can’t move cause your move is blocked by the knight

At twelve o’clock, that’s when the madness begins

So I start to focus in, my thoughts on the war

Cause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by

Is to stay true to self, in this case, BDI

Why try if ya body lie

By the block true soldier mentality, this is how we rock and roll

(This is how we ride)

Stick and move, time to show 'em how to make a move

Or get moved on, let’s see who strong

In the gaze of the strange, where nothin stays the same

Where new faces come through with similar game

Now who you thought was them, really ain’t

They catchin' deja vu’s of the game people play

It’s a call for readjustment, fine tune yo' position

You slippin' and trippin' 'stead of bobbin and dippin'

But never let this world of stress get the best of me

Takin' breathin' techniques, slay you with Tai-Chi

What does it take, to get a break in the world of snakes

And dose who fake

Elimination I’m facin' destruction

Outlawed, so I duck and down, fo'-fo' is bustin', no one to trust in

Rushin' to the goal line

Catch a nigga beat him treat him like he stole mine

No swine I’m a soldier, soldier I control mine

Time to, take you, back into time — follow dis here

One way out, this black hole

For this black soul, shit is outta control

I’m fightin' for my position to be a fetus in this world I’m enterin'

And my face is sentencin' for repentance

Before my body was fully formed into a human

I was already consumin' weed

Cause my moms used to smoke back in the 70's

Maybe that’s why in the 90's I drop G’s when I drop degrees

When I ease across the block with 'Pac

Got all y’all niggas shocked

You didn’t think Boot Camp Clik would link, with a Outlaw mind?

If you do you press rewind

And you can peep guerilla tactics in every line

Yeah, and this is how we do it!

Where my real thugs, where they at?

Let me, see my real thugs, now where ya at?

Won’tcha, see my real thugs, where ya at?

Let me, see my real thugs, where ya at now?

Where my real thugs, let me see, where ya at?

Tell me where my real thugs gots to see, where ya at?

Where’s my soldiers — where ya at?

Where my, real soldiers — where ya at?

Where my soldiers at; where ya at, where ya at?

Get yo' strap my nigga; where ya at, where ya at?

Where my soldiers at; where ya at, what ya at?

Getcha, thug niggas where ya at, witcha strap?

Where my soldiers at, where my true thug niggas

No longer drug dealers cause we now, thug niggas

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers

Cause we now, thug niggas, let me, where my

Where my soldiers at?, put your pistols in the air

Where my soldiers at?, put yo' guns up

Tell me where my soldiers at?, put yo' pistols in the air

Where my, SOLDIERS, my true thug ROLLERS

Yes, it just doesn’t quit, YES!

This is that real hip-hop shit YES!

Fuck what you heard

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at

Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at

Put yo' hand on the pistol, put yo' pistols in the air

Where my soldiers at?, where my soldiers at?

Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at

Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at

When Bob Dole and Delores Tucker wanna know

Where my soldiers at, GO VOTE!