Текст песни Represent (Showbiz & A.G.) с переводом

Aww yeah, the A to the motherfuckin G is back

Word to the motherfuckin Goodfellas

I got two of my boys here, newest members of the D.I.T.C

Speak up

Yo this the Big motherfuckin' L from 139 and Lennox y’knahmsayin?

Sayin whassup to Showbiz & A.G. cause they got it goin on!

Yo this the baldheaded assassin, D’Shawn E. Thunder

Representin with my peoples Diggin in the Crates

Peace to my brothers on 1−2-9, Uptown

Aww yeah, knahmsayin? Look out

D.I.T.C. in e-motherfuckin-effect; LETHAL!

(«I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick»)

Yeah, Big L is the first to represent

Yo, on the mic is Big L, that brother who kicks flav, God

Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard

I pack a gat and not a slingshot

Step to this and get a ass-whoopin' like Rodney King got

Or get beat to your death like Cochise

My laws is no peace, fuck the police

MC’s be braggin' about cash they collect

But them chumps is like Ray Charles

Cause they ain’t seen no money yet

Trash rappers I tax and spark

I be wettin' niggas up like water rides in Action Park

A nigga stuck me and that ain’t funny son

So I got money Dunn, they wet him and his honey bun

Cause phony faggots I froze, it’s a fact

I flip fast on foes with fabulous fantastic flows

L is the rebel type, I’m rough as a metal pipe

Fuck a Benz, cause I could pull skins on a pedal-bike!

Props, I got the most, no MC comes close

Coast-to-coast, shows I host, foes I roast, adios, I’m ghost

(«I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick»)

Grab the mic D’Shawn, because you gotta represent

Yo, street corners in New York is the place this nigga stand

With a machete I’m a crazy Eddie Scissorhands

Born with such a thirst to kill

I can tap 200 quarters from a $ 50 bill

Cutting bitch-niggas down with a hundred pound axe

Like I was raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks

So in a battle I be stabbin'

Choppin' MC’s like trees, piece-by-piece buildin' cabins

I’m a maniac magician, abra cadabra

Makin' pain appear cause I’mma grab a

Rusty chain to make a noose; to choke your ass so hard

You’re spittin' fuckin' Adam’s Apple juice

So come check the magic show by D’Shawn

And witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand

Turnin' your home to a casket

Turn your wife into a widow and your son into a bastard

Cause I love to keep MC’s sufferin'

Beggin for big, heavy bags of Bufferin

Baseball battin 'em, splattin' 'em

So many homicide records, my cases went platinum

D’Shawn is nice

Known for givin' out headcracks, without touchin' dice

Just pain and punishment from the Boogie Down Bronxter

D’Shawn the maniac street monster

(«I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick»)

It’s time to get funky, so you better represent

(«I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick»)

C’mon Lord Finesse, cause you gotta represent

It’s the F-I-N-E-double-S-E, don’t play or stress me

Cause that shit don’t impress me

I make papes off the shit I create, and then dictate

So get your motherfuckin shit straight

I got skills and I’m hard to kill

So y’all bitch-ass rappers better chill and just guard your grill

Y’all grab a mic and always gettin hype

Talkin bout fuckin niggas up when you can barely beat your dick right

So stop ridin my dilznick

Cause I can still kick the ill shit on the motherfuckin real tip

Hit like Foreman when I’m brawlin

Those who think I’m fallin, I’ll play your monkey-ass like a organ

I got crazy niggas in the city 'noid

Got mad bitches, but it’s not cause I’m a motherfuckin pretty-boy

I’m ruthless, I’m not on that goody-goody tip

That shit played out with that Beat Street/Electric Boogie shit

I’ll stomp any rapper that you have compete

If they ass is weak, they better chill and grab a seat

And go 'head with they master plan

Stevie Wonder probably see me 'fore half you rappers can

You can’t hang and you’re fallin' fast

You rappers that’s trash better dash and start haulin ass

Cause I’m out to wreck shit

Fuck up a show, collect my dough and step off with a bad bitch

Spectators always have the best time

When they come to a show and hear a funky Lord Finesse rhyme

I’m out to get bigger, lounge and make rich figures

You’ll never catch Finesse associating with bitch niggas

I work overtime when it’s time to go for mine

Crab-ass rappers, don’t even front cause ya’ll know the time

So it’s time for me to step

Peace to Showbiz & A.G., and I’m off to the left

(«I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick»)

When my crew gets sick, you know I gotta represent

(«I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick»)

When my crew gets sick, you know I gotta represent

Check-check-check it; A to the G is gonna wreck it

On stage, on my record, so nigga don’t forget it

I’m the man — the One-Man-Band is on my right hand

(«His name is Show nit-wit, so get with the program»)

I take a hit from the buddha blessed

Turn my hat to the back, now let’s see who’s the best

I like my pockets fat, never ever flat

Niggas wanna jack, my .45 ain’t havin' that

Hoes get no dough, so why try?

You think it’s gonna be a hit 'n' run? Wrong, it’s a drive-by

Niggas catchin tantrums

Because your girl’s never safe around the Midnight Phantom

They predicted I’mma fall?

They must be down with Michael Jackson cause that shit is «Off the Wall»

You don’t believe me, ask that brother Show

(Snatchin hotties, grabbin hotties, lettin' mothafuckers know)

You come wrong if you don’t come strong

«YOU BETTER CATCH WRECK!» Motherfucker, I made the song

Styles will vary, they won’t carry over

Don’t fuck with no Devil, I’d rather marry Oprah

Yeah, you got it, I’m pro-black

And my skills are so phat, I pay my dues, I don’t owe jack

You bite my style, I can spot it

Tryin' real hard to get it, you can forget it, because you don’t got it

And my skills are excellent

Diggin' in the Crates and it’s time to represent

(«I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick»)

Big L and D’Shawn, yeah they had to represent

(«I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick»)

Lord Finesse and A.G., yeah we had to represent

(«I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick»)

(«I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick»)

(«I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick»)

(«I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick»)

(«I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick»)

(«I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick»)

(«I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick»)

(«I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick»)