Текст песни Scenario 2000 (DMX) с переводом

See y’all don’t understand us you know

Ruff Ryders is a family

Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders

Lets go, Swizz Beatz

This is the darkest shit, sparkest shit

Hittin' with the hardest Shit, 'cause before we started shit

With kids I knew my fuckin' friends all turned against me

Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me

And my dog has been like this, he got my back I got his

Schemin' on mad niggas, that’s how we do bidz

It’s about time to start another, robbin' spree

'Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump

When I was up North in, sing-sing, I was sendin' niggas home in a coffin

Livin' like a orphan

You bad, nigga? I’ll be back (Let's) see if you’ll be still here

You know my style, I’ll put yo' fucking man in a wheelchair

He’ll never walk again, on the strength of me

That’s how I left him G, scared to death of me

Niggas cannot run, hit with the hot one

From the shotgun, casket close, wonder how he got done

Yo yo, E-V-E, my dogs believe in me

Petty thugs hide yo' cake, never teasin' me

I show love to, all my bitches hustlin' ones

Tussle with thieves, makin' moves, second to none

I locked it, uh, made a sudden move you got bit

Flooded wit the double R, real street shit

Da blond hair bandit, you got guns, hand it

Turn my face when I bust a cannon

'Cause I don’t wear sunblock, ask Drag if the fire is hot (Flame on, baby)

Shit pop shells, fall three feet, roll over and stop

We warn niggas that we coming then we total the block

We scorn niggas like their mothers then we wet up their socks

Red dye, escaping on the red-eye, to seashore

Then hide out and buy out bars 'til we see fall

In this game, we beat y’all, you got money? Keep yours

For eyes be tearin' tryin' to identify the features

And you can come see me if you tryin' to get some grams tonight

'Cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white

Fuck rap yo, I’d rather be plannin' a flight

Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning with dykes

Blowin the haze, while all of 'em givin' me brains

One at a time, y’all start from the front of the line

But everybody wanna contact me and get wit me

But still end up being mad 'cause I charge fifty

And as for you sucka, you can keep those raps

And screw your awards, my son can’t eat those plaques

I never was shit but some things I never forget

Like if you spend three you’re guaranteed to make back six

Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off

Tints, rims, stash, took the governor off

Even the cats that be hatin' still be lovin' the dogs

'Cause they know that the double R’s comin' for war

Wha

If you ain’t ready to die, then why should you live?

'Cause when I start bustin' the guns, you hidin' the kids

And the P is still ridin' with clips, survivin' with bricks

We beefin' on the 4th you got to die on the 5th

Like I wasn’t hustlin' dope or robbin' the blocks

Starvin' or not, carvin' the cheek, palmin' the Glock

I figure which nigga could I watch with a watch

I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a heist

Put it together, double it twice, this shit is my life

Catch me with a 45, hot pair of Nikes

And three red dice, like, give me the bank or give me your face

Give me a shank, it’s Holiday ugh

The hoopties in the front but the truck is a mile away

Niggas wanna ride tomorrow when they prob’ly die today

'Cause the P’ll hollow the guns

Holla at sons (I feel you, nigga)

And when they go to holla back

They be swallowin' one

(Uh, uh, uh)

Y’all dem bust in them crowd niggas and hit whoever

When you should aim for them niggas that took yo' leather

They right there, but you scared that they gon' bust

'Cause they crazy, but crazy niggas bleed like us

See I’m one shot through the heart like Cupid

Y’all niggas might be crazy, but y’all not stupid

It’s '99, I’m killings you women and kids

Fuck Scarface! Watch me, I’m more action to see

Than them motherfuckers that y’all see on T. V

And fuck what you heard this how Sheek get down

Comes to guns? Shit I’m rhyming with one on me now

You never know what clown goin' walk into the studio

Talking shit and it’s gonna be more than the amps that blow

I pour gas on your skin and watch your shit detach

With a book of matches now that’s when you have met your match

And the worst thing for you is to have a gun when I’m thirsty

I turn niggas more holy man, than Eddie Murphy

And I deal with more bricks than that city do in jersey

Y’all got call cops niggas, I got autops niggas, that’ll bust you and slide

And some ol' 6-drop niggas

Revolver Pop niggas, Eezox niggas

Get knocked, say I smoke detox niggas

Drug program, hit the streets and cop 56 mo grams

Y’all niggas ain’t fuckin' with the fam

And that’s word

(Come on, come on, come on,)

Boy, what’s the difference between fire and water?

You’d rather drown or die of torture, 'cause your skins of ya

And watch ya burn off fat, dog, I’m off the thermostat

Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo' bitch a perm with that

Keep shells in the envelopes 'cause I’ll mail out bullets

More blood than a riot on a jailhouse footage

Buck 40, 'bout a extra 20 wit the semi

When it hit you, you gon' do a 360 pretty swiftly

When I burn you to a crisp, you gon' be crunchier than chips

With mah hand all up in da bag munchin' on tha shit

Bit by bit, clip by clip and every block by block

Is brick on brick I got knots on knots

'Cause I got things that’ll pop yo top

And double R spot yo block with 16 shots and watch y’all drop

And ain’t nobody gettin' up, 'less they in the wheelchair

Sittin' up or spittin' up, either way I don’t give a fuck