Текст песни Shoot To Kill (K Rino) с переводом

Yo, Seven, you down to rip ‘em?

Hell yeah

Then show your skill

How you want this shit to go?

Man, it don’t matter, shoot to kill

Handle the mic like you be handling the steel

How you want this shit to go?

Man, it don’t matter, shoot to kill

Spot rocking with stigmata, I guess it’s the gift

Heal the crippled when I rip the freestyle on a metro lip

Quick to go to war ‘cause I don’t your mama and them

Take your wife and your daughter and beat your ass with a bicycle rim

And when you know it, you went out like a hoe

Talking like, «» Nigga, you got D-Boed, you got Ramboed

And your cousins wouldn’t even help ‘cause I was in fucking up-mode

Tsk tsk, I see dead people

Like emcee died when he bit my rhyme and didn’t know the flow was lethal

They tried to kill me by giving me cancer (You can’t get rid of that)

Shit, if DB came on and then rocked a verse, then cancer gave me back

Vision my wisdom but you scared to look

I’m hieroglyphics in the sonic bible, the Quran and K-Rino's Book

You can be deaf and dumb and it wouldn’t change shit

Plug up my ears, rip out my tongue and your ass in sign language, bitch

Felony, you down to rip ‘em?

Fa sho

Then show your skill

How you want this shit to go?

Yo, it don’t matter, shoot to kill

Handle the mic like you be handling the steel

Man, how you want this here to go?

Yo, it don’t matter, shoot to kill

Say foo', you down to rip ‘em?

Fa sho

Then show your skill

Which weapon should I use?

Yo it don’t matter, shoot to kill

Handle the mic like you be handling the steel

Man, how you want this shit to go?

Yo, it don’t matter, shoot to kill

When I lock and load, I make blocks explode

Lyrical C4, the plastics, fuck the Glocks you hold

I was told once before never kick a man when he’s down

I hate to tell you, what better time to serve a hater with rounds

Lace him with pounds of ammo, shake that snake out the ground

Have him regretting, crossing state lines, sliding his ass in H-Town

Can’t hit the breaks now, I see you don’t like the way the 40 cal sound

Scared to death, got your face down, feeling like out of place now

My nigga listen, my rhymes are like illegal prescriptions

So codeine and Sprite mix it cold, pharmaceutical

Skill-dropping is like pill-popping, numbs your brain into submission

Only to awake to a headache, just in time to hear the slugs whistling

The Rhyme Felon, bid you farewell, only time can tell

I inhale and breathe life, refreshing off minds that’s stale

No stopping these top pedigree from the dirty streets out the cell

I shoot to kill from a Coupe de Ville, translating your heaven into hell

K-Rino, you down to wreck ‘em?

Hell yeah

Then show your skill

How you want this shit to go?

Man, it don’t matter, shoot to kill

Straight up?

Handle the mic like you be gripping the steel

How you want this shit to go?

Man, it don’t matter, shoot to kill

K-Rino, you down to rip ‘em?

Sho is

Then show your skill

How you want this shit to go?

It don’t matter, shoot to kill

I will

Handle the mic like you be gripping the steel

How you want this shit to go?

It don’t matter, shoot to kill

Yo, straight out the gutter, stomach cutter, at will I slice

Decapitate a crew and made their heads roll like dice

Lyrics inserted, cops alerted, I’ll blast at foes

Don’t want the preacher throwing up, leave the casket closed

Punish my victims then inflcit them with pain and stress

Another radical recital ignites your chest

Beating a sucker motherfucker for calling me fake

How many blows to the nose can one man take?

I got to pop ya just to stop ya from dissing my clique

Breaking your ass with a blast or blow so quick

Making you frown with a round, you duck and wish

Man I’m so down I could drown a fucking fish

Unleash the vocals, every local can feel the sting

Took off my vest, shot up my chest, didn’t feel a thing

You see me stepping with the rep and the mic I thrash

Since you don’t like me get this Nike up out your ass

Eyque, you down to rip ‘em?

Hell yeah

Then show your skill

How you want this shit to go?

Yo, it don’t matter, shoot to kill

Straight up, handle the mic like you be handling the steel

How you want this shit to go?

Yo it don’t matter, shoot to kill

Eyque, you down to rip ‘em?

Hell yeah

Then show your skill

How you want this shit to go?

Yo, it don’t matter, shoot to kill

Straight up, handle the mic like you be handling that steel

How you want this shit to go?

Yo it don’t matter, shoot to kill

Gimme the microphone and duck when I bust

Remember one thing, don’t fuck with us

‘cause uh, you’re fucking with the wrong clique

Unless you’re into stroking and licking on armed dicks

SPC still spitting it happily

Eat hoe ass louse, yeah they still after me

But they can’t catch, not today

And then five ass niggas want me locked away

I’ma bring it to the light and it sparks in the dark

When this catch your, it’s gon' rip it apart

Now uh, who gots the feeling for a thrilling killing?

I promise it to be chilling when this nigga stop living

I’m giving slugs to mugs then he stripped in

Payback’s a motherfucker when you dripped in blood

The last time I came, rushed the loot and still

But this time to gain, it’s to shoot and kill

You down to wreck ‘em?

What you think?

Then show your skill

Trust that I murder first

It don’t matter, shoot to kill

Aight

Handle the mic like you handle the steel

Well can I use your new bazooka?

It don’t matter, shoot to kill

You ain’t said nothing

Whenever I’m busting, I shoot to kill

I use to chill but now I got to execute the deal

The juice is real, a hundred percent freshly squeezed

SPC’s best emcees, it’s best you leave

Because we fucking up the game for you niggas that’s rapping fame

Tryna make a name, DBX is taking aim

No warning shots ‘cause I ain’t tryna wound ‘em or injure ‘em

Helpless is how I render ‘em

Dead is how I remember ‘em

I’ll ya, in '99, I use a Ruger

So dammit, Eyque, how the fuck you load this bazooka?

Blow up the whole spot at a four block radius

Don’t play with us, RIP on you faggots that hated us

Dragon clan coming like the cavalry

You fucking with my homeboys is one thing that I ain’t having, g

The killer like killer

Shooting venom with these lyrics, throw the mic in the river