Текст песни Ride on our Enemies (Trae Tha Truth) с переводом

Taking over this shit nigga

The war has now begun

Jump in front of the gun if you wanna

You gon be a motherfucking goner

Watch out for this blue and gray

Cause we gon make way

I put this on the West nigga

S.L.A.B. gon be on top of this shit here

I know you niggas in the game, finna feel me

I’m never gon shut up, until a nigga kill me

And I feel like I’m headed, to the Penitentiary

Cause this is the part, when we ride on our enemies

I spit slow, so these snitch niggas can know who I be

Z-Ro the Crooked, I’ve infected more people than H.I.V

Say hello and say la-vi with it, it don’t matter to me

My motherfucking family, S-L-A-B in back of me

Tragedies often is prevented, but when the windows be this tinted

It’ll be a drive by, chastising niggas spirits as I slide by

Don’t ever in your life, try to challenge my mind’s eye

Fuck around and make me, make these motherfuckers die

So listen to the sound of Fraiser, releasing his anger

Listen to the sound of Douglas, with one in the chamber

Listen to the sound of me, spilling my hate with this Mack

And I can’t stop, until I see my nigga Joseph with stacks

Pants sagging, cause I got my pistol in my pocket

And it ain’t nothing to cock it, throw a search party for your wig and rock it

Head busting, Z-Ro standing over your bed dumping

Be gone before the FED’s running, real life head humming

You ever see a guerilla, with his hands quicker

Cause Trae been clicking on fake niggas, just like that bitch nigga

We realer, we them niggas that be Maabing on bitches

Cause all that pistol play capping, finna to get you put up with stitches

I heard that controversy sells, but down South it’ll get you hurt

And if you in it get fucked over, I’m about to raise up your skirt

It ain’t no need to take it back, not when they slug’s been shot

I’m fresh off the block I’m hot, and you about to get dropped

I’m feeling like Pac, so now I gotta ride on you cats

And all of my enemies better move, before they get put on they back

A soldier bout to attack, if you want me let’s get it cracking

That’s going for any one of you niggas, thinking we rapping

On down to friends and foes, you niggas gotta go

Then again I ain’t got no friends, cause most of 'em turned to hoes

And to the niggas, that love to put a slug under they breath

I’ma lean on a nigga, and bring that bitch out of they chest

I’m a soldier, 4−5 strapped in the holster

Shells popping out, like a motherfucking toaster

Archie Lee the hood legend, I rep’s my block

I hit your spot, pull out connect my knots

I got a gun fetish nigga, with techs and Glocks

So many infrared beams, it’s like connect the dots

I wish you would, try some hoe shit in the hood

Be the nigga with a bat, till I split the wood

Now they say Hitman, is darraigned in his mind

I’m just a hard head nigga, throwing up gang signs

Back in the days man, I use to slang dimes

Now I floss fo' dot, sixes with mine

And I never turn my back, on my niggas

Hard heads till I die, representing mob figgas

Mafia Joe Boy, my nigga Dee-Da-Wee

Agg and C, can’t forget Knock and QB holla

I’m throwed in the mind, and I’m whacking 'em off

Keep my pistol cocked by my side, ready to fire it off

Dropping bombs on you son of a bitches, like my name Sadaam

Motherfucker fin know when I make it rain, look bitch it pours

When you feel that you ready, bring it steady and heavy

Motherfuckers gon have to kill me, before I’m gon let 'em

Take me out for my money, bitch you trying my patience

Trying to violate me, my nine’ll start penetrating faces

Penitentiary chances, looking over my shoulder

In the kitchen burning down bricks, hot over the stover

Since I’m constantly rising, how in the fuck can I fall

Motherfuckers playing with fire, I’m burning 'em all

I’m going get ammunition, for niggas with competition

So pay attention and listen, I’m busting at Expeditions

Wishing for any hater-ation, my beam is what you facing

Bust with no hesitation, at niggas that’s imitation

Ain’t no procrastination, I’m quick to bust heads

Lil B is leaving these tweety bird, niggas for dead

Bust at my enemies, these niggas not kin to me

Not even a friend to me, using my clip until it’s empty

Cause I’m a gangsta, you wanksta fuck around and shank you

I think you better move around, 'fore I treat you like a child and spank you

Drop you pop you, with nothing but automatics of weapons

When I start to let loose, boys be praying for protection

Get 'em up get 'em up, early in the morning

Crack of dawn and, I drunk a eight and I ain’t yawning

Nigga be thinking they gon catch me sleeping, but they not

So I keep a couple of Glocks, these boys need to stop

Giving niggas head shots, and rocking they body

And once you make us mad, it ain’t no stopping nobody

Everybody got shotty, Guerilla Maab the mob nigga some hard head niggas

They gon kill us or feel us, so this how C do it

(what) Uh-huh, fuck 97−9

They ain’t gotta play my shit one time, and I’ma shine

We started off underground, we’ll take it back underground

And take everything over, we got 'em loving our sound

I’m with that Lil C, from the C-R's Hogg

C ease up, niggas is all on our nuts

Bandanas in the wrong pocket, so I’m all in they guts

With a shank or a knife, cause I don’t need a gun

I tear a nigga’s ass up, so I don’t need to run

Five deuce out of the C-side, I’ll show you how a G ride

You can’t stand this jeep ride, cause you ain’t even see live

Falsified nigga, with a flag and some Chucks

I grab the pistol grip pump, make it dump when I bust

I hopped it and pancaked it, and hopped out mean mugging

Walking up close, I hope you peeping this beam cuzin

I blew his head in his lap, thanks to the Mack

That I got from the Lac, put it to his head and opened it back

Checking his pockets and hope for a stack, and hope to get back

To the Lac and hope to get back down the streets, I’m back to the shack