Текст песни Surviving The Game (Paris) с переводом

Tell me, what the fuck you gonna tell a vet, a boss?

… yet? You lost

You underestimated, weak expectations

We superceeded all of that, fat all in the map

With that (ooh), like we brand new

We schoolin, freak it the whole game

Feelin' like a fool for speakin'

But we ain’t tryna win any awards, make fake friends

Exploding below the streets, earthquake

In this … shed networking and digging tunnels

Invading the industry, hijacking the channels

The hatchet and hard truth, part proof that lives

Among the mass contention, the system gives

If you attackin' back with axes, gats and hatchets

Bust 'n doing backflips by any means tactics

Get it, their head all in the way? Split it

Always leave one alive so they can tell 'em you did it

And then we

We break bread, make bread, take bread

They said, that we couldn’t do it

But we still here surviving the game

We ride and we grind, survivin' they try to

Keep our voice quiet, but we still here survivin' the game

From killa county to the motor city rollin'

We holdin' 'em steady underground heaters

And we still here survivin' the game

It ain’t nothing but a thing to us

It ain’t nothing but a thing to bust

We crush 'em

It ain’t nothing but a thing to spit fire

The real shit don’t expire we at a high wire

Pullin' tricks 'n stunts we done only hit once

Electrocute the industry every six months

We get on this bitch but we don’t want it

Keep the Lotus low love don’t flaunt it

Another Juggalo hit bitch I’m on it

And if I ever won a Grammy I’d pawn it

You wanna know about this?

Well I doubt this you wanna diss

Cause what you love ain’t about shit

We not only survive but thrive and blast

And never stop like «Ah, at last»

Puttin' in work self-made experts

Show this played out scene how the next works

Ambition, that’s what got these ho’s dissin'

Thowin' weak ass blows and all week missin'

Dough gotta cut, let me introduce

To the Juggalo nation ain’t no substitute

For the original hard truth soldier it’s on

I get the strap of the wreck and get yo motherfuckin' back blown

The revolutionary pro hitter

Spittin' hard truth bricks over street slaps we get wit' ya

With 4 million sold …

It ain’t a thing for me to post and reach across the motherfuckin Nile

Motor city get yo grib tight

'n recognise the arcitect that sparked the light

Crack the code, show the whole world the power of truth

Now motherfucker can you buy that too? I guess ruthless

I see the bitch in them ho’s they get nervous

'Cause I’m N.W.A. but with a purpose

In these days and times all fake raps and media traps keep it underground

Guerilla attack

We break bread, make bread, take bread

They said, that we couldn’t do it

But we still here surviving the game

We ride and we grind, survivin' they try to

Keep our voice quiet, but we still here survivin' the game

From killa county to the motor city rollin'

We holdin' 'em steady underground heaters

And we still here survivin the game

It ain’t nothing but a thing to us

It ain’t nothing but a thing to bust

We crush 'em

We break bread, make bread, take bread

They said, that we couldn’t do it

But we still here surviving the game

We ride and we grind, survivin' they try to

Keep our voice quiet, but we still here survivin' the game

From killa county to the motor city rollin'

We holdin' 'em steady underground heaters

And we still here survivin the game

It ain’t nothing but a thing to us

It ain’t nothing but a thing to bust

We crush 'em

It’s like a blast fast massacre, mass than blast faster

'n slash your whole status, you’re staff 'cause y’all have had it

I crash through with mac-mooze (??) attack fools with the black tool

With the hard truth for the grass roots and greet y’all with that Whoop Whoop!

It’s MC’in, I’m seein' 'em eatin' them notice

It’s no supposing just quotable quotes I wrote 'em

Fuck around in the arena, I’m meaner, supreme 'n leaner

I seen 'em slippin', I rip 'em, I’m set trippin' 'n blitz in your system

Juggalos know the best they, recognise my essay

Comin' deep as essays, I’m S. A

The moral of the story’s like Maury, I am the father

Split your wig back, bullshit raps don’t even bother

Take your motherfuckers back to battlin'

I’m battlin', known to make 'em scatter when spittin' gangster chattering

All up in your gathering, back I’m with that black on snatch

'n crack your backbone, bitch don’t even act on

Write a check 'n make your whole crew bounce

Fake rappers wanna give me a pound

Can’t fuck around with that wanna-g, wannabee-itus it’s like a virus

Sign they ass into the clinic, g shit I be the venom, hit him up, for sinnin'

Run, protect yo women, Juggalettes know, recognise the true’s for jokes

Let a soldier do his thing when I’m in yo scene

Kiss the pinky ring now motherfucker I’m anti-bling

And I take bread 'n make bread, what they said

And all that, but stall that, I never change the format

Recall that, when this drop, I am Hip-Hop

So fuck what you claimin', hard truth don’t stop

So before you fix your mouth and say that you ain’t heard

The A-R after the P before the I-S served

No I put you up on gang cook, ain’t have a skirt

From my mouth to your motherfuckin' ears now that’s my word