Текст песни 100 Bars (The Game) с переводом

Intro:]

Niggas can’t fuck with me men

Niggas crazy dawwg

I run this underground rap shit

And the mainstream nigga

I’ma do like boo boo

This Niggas right when they fuck

Now I’ma come out

And Kill 'em

Hit the brerak down

Time to separate the men from the boys

Take it straight to the bank called Christopher Lloyds

Called a mama’s little boy

Or 50's little bitch

The rotten apple, or the protoge of a snitch

The protoge of a bitch

Niga softer than the Tabo kick

You billy blanks on a porno flick

With no porno chicks

Only porno dicks

You try to lie to more hoes with them G-string draws

And so therefore I declare war

Outside violater meet me at four

Young Buck stay back

Bench put this authograph

For a hit put aside the glove

Lets play catch

For your one platinium plaq

That’s for them niggas ridding in the back

trying to reach for that shit on your lap

That’s for your boss and he riding my vest

I’m a killer

Black wall gorilla

The paam boxila

G-Unit capilla

I’m realler

Forty ounce realler

Forty gloc pillar

Forty gloc killer (Gun shot)

Ex spider, I’ll be creeping and crawling

Spinning webs around you niggas

Staking bread around you niggas

Everytime you roll up, the feds surround you niggas

I used to watch everything I said around you niggas

20 niggas on the squard

20 niggas in the can

That’s 20 witnesses

20 niggas on the stand

Goddam, can somebody tell 'em the street code

The Game is to be sold

And not to be told

This ain’t Dre and sure go beans and hoes

This is one bullet, one hit and one lost soul

Wipe my fingerprints off and the gun’s tossed in With the fishes like you and juice

I’m coming for bishop, I’m gunning for bishop

I’m the king of this L. A shit

tell me hommie is your blood crip

Is your dog a bitch

Cause the S. A say, they don’t never see homes run around L.A.

Fake ass ghost rider

Get your little flow tighter

Before I put you in the trunk

Of this fucking low rider

Nigga u ain’t nothin but hitman and quicksand

gat a deal cause you sucked a couple of dicks and

turned your back on Dulene and Jimmy Hinch men

Just take this as a warning don’t flinch men

Wear yur rag, you one I know?

No!

You know bep do, you bang east coast?

No!

Have you ever had 164

No!

Do the hood feel your wack ass flow?

No!

So sit your little ass down somewhere

Before i have them niggas sit you down somewhere

In the ground somewhere

Out of town somewhere

breaking news, body has been found somewhere

Now back to the video

Look at this silly mu’fuckers

Y’all are some silly mu’fuckers

I say «hands up»

Shorty wanna kick it with me Get dat wack shit off B.E.T

Turn the channel

All black lamborgh

Wear them black flannel

Speakers in the trunk with more humps than a camel

Men I’m saying, I ain’t playing, I’m spraying

Any nigga in your clique that are be up dat shit

Mu’fucka dat’s for yayo and Buck

That’s for hot ride promotional truck

That’s for Kanye and beefing with Puff

Tell dat nigga dat’s behind you to duck

I’m a killer

Black wall gorilla

Anything clip filler

My deep capila

I’m realler

The hallow tip driller

The rap godzilla

The Lloyd banks killer

In a diablo under the tent

Nigga I’m about a dollar, what the fuck is 50 cent?

When Jay said it I ain’t know what it meant

Now I understand, it’s starting to make sense

Now the whole world know

Why I took the «I"out of G-Unit

And replaced it with a muthafuckin «O»

Remember when you told me «meet you on the top»?

Check the sound scan quess who’s on top, nigga

Fake ass king of New York you need to stop, nigga

cause you nat Big, nat Nas, nat Jigga

Taking steroids show me wat you gat, nigga

You ain’t had a bitch since Vivica Fox, nigga

Last I heard you suckin on cocks, nigga

Nobody know cause they don’t see you on the blocks, nigga

Cause you being on the precinct with the cops, nigga

Your whole staff with a badge and clock, nigga

Mid town, Manhattan trying to stop niggas

On the subway chasing down shoplifters

All in the streets talking bout you shot niggas

Then you in Nwy York times taking cop pictures

I expose you niggas and put out, stop snitching

When the last time you seen him with some hot bitches

See wat he say when you ask him where the hot bitch is Check they adam’s apples nigga, they is nat bitches

You reign on the top was shorter than the legs on a lepricorn

Just bow down nigga, accept the Don

Nobody wanna be a hero when the tech is strong

The transformer’s folding up like the septic can

Niggas bust like pipes when the pressure runs

See the light flash when that desert eagle wet your don

Every rapper know from now I’ma set the tone

Niggas real hot body till their head is gone

Here come them demons cause they know you are gone

Some niggas just don’t get it till you wet they throne.

Niggas can’t fuck with me Hundred bars, nigga

I do a hundred bars every muthafucking day of the week, nigga

That’s 7 hundred bars a week, nigga

On this fucking underground shit, nigga

I can’t be fucking stopped, period, nigga!

The Game, nigga… west coast Don

Black wall street, nigga

I’m ready to get down when you ready to get down, muthafuckas

I’m talking to all you niggas

I can’t be fadded, nigga

You niggas don’t want it with me, nigga

It’s just me muthafuckas, and I’m pissed off

Gat me all in fron of the muthafucking mixed tape

That ain’t me muthafuckas

This is me muthafuckas

Yeah!