Текст песни Tight Situations (Lost Boyz) с переводом

«Yo Black B, what’s the deal?

What’s popping?»

«Ain't nothing»

«Aight, what’s the deal?

We got to get this paper y’all

This cat had to come through or something»

«I hope his paper’s is long»

«Aight, youknowI’msayin?

I got this cat about to come up here though

I’ma tell you about it later, (mumbles) oh shit is real

Aight catch ya»

(*Freaky Tah says «Now» several times*)

(Mr. Cheeks)

I’m in this tight situation

I’m at this chicks crib uptown

Niggas try to come through and lock me down

Now it seems like a set-up

And niggas try to wet me from the door

Half a second of gun blaze then I’m in my detour

Shot through the glass hit the balcony

How could she set me up like that?

I caught my balance, shot back

I’m jettin down the fire escape I started sprayin

I’m takin five steps at a time enemy is gaining

On me, my niggas tried to warn me when my steppin

It’s good though cause on a low a nigga had his weapon

I’m jettin down this dead end thrill

I hit the street I got no jacket on my back

But I got my Tim’s on my feet

When my life broke across me back against the wall

I’m lookin for my enemies I’m searchin for them all

No bullets being fired so now a nigga’s jettin to the corner

That’s where most of the people settin

I break-away my burner now I’m searchin for the train

The only motherfucker with no coat I’m in the rain

There’s beef walkers walkin I gotta play it cool

Even though he’s firm with that I walk covered up my jewel

I’m in a tight situation… (*Mr. Cheeks raps in the background*)

(Queens Most Wanted)

«Black B the shit went down world wide B»

«Word, what happened?»

«Yo nigga started mouthing off

I don’t know if nigga’s still breathing

All I know is that I made moues»

«Well yo, 8 moues I’ma need you my fault

I’ll meet you there»

«Aight»

(Mr. Cheeks)

…real in this battlefield violence being born

Get your shit in a year, but prepare for war

Now I peep this grocery store I’m off the train station

I ain’t showin nobody love I’m holdin no conversation

I cop me a (???) a few Dutch’s now I’m out

That’s Queens for some ammo, no doubt

I jetted down the staircase purchased me a Togan

I gave the freak a smirk listen jerk I’m not joking

Now listen money, can you tell that me to the E, hey?

I’m going through this bullshit at 3:53 in the morning

Word to moms I can’t believe she tried to hit me

I knew something was fishy but she said she comin to get me

Talkin about my work and talkin she bring me back

But on the low I didn’t notice she’ll be robbing when the jack

I’m sittin on the train I feel the wind with my brain across some dirt

I’m in the zone I got my motherfuckin crumpy murdy niggas lookin at me

They owe money, they only bluffing besides I got two slides before arch and

such fuck them niggas

I lit up my bone jumped in the nine niggas know what I mean

I’m in my Queens State of mind

Jumped off the rock-away it’s just a block away from Planners

The block is rather hot they got surveillance tapes and cameras

I seen none of my peeps up on the streets so I keep movin

He follows with de-cursing em I know that some of my crew been hurt

My mind need a touch I roll a touch up while I’m walkin

I take a step for step dolo Dutch and my toilets and my cells

Can’t put my finger on just what happened

Me and shorty actin in the ghetto tappin and then they clappin

(Chorus: Mr. Cheeks)

Yo it’s real in this battlefield this shit is raw they told us

Like we did but… prepare for war

Yo in tight situations, life and death decisions

The nine mill lookin over head at the losers

Yo it’s real in this battlefield violence being born

Yo get your life in gear but prepare for war

Yo it’s tight situations, life and death decisions

Nine mills with the livin dead

Yo is that how you handle your businesses

Yo still in this battlefield violence being born

But yo shitty year but prepare for war

(Mr. Cheeks)

It’s 12 am the next day, the best day

Niggas at the table smokin weed cleanin text-ay

We got this spannable at 10 and really war

Jack Deanal’s headline, man it’s time to score

I’m in Terran from the spot where I went out

Smoke about the situation that re-meant out

Now each man on the corner now he watchin me

I forgots he poppin anybody tryin to stop the shit

Perfect, shorties asleep didn’t even hear me creep

Now keep it fellas it gets deep

Lit up from motherfucker nail, smacked in the real

When she rose I had to cease the deal

Before she could reply threw the gun down her throat

Threw the bits in the yolk its no joke

I’m a infamous person then I put five in her

Then take my cats out to dinner

(Chorus: Mr. Cheeks)

These tight situations, life and death decisions

Nine mills are livin dead is head or head collisions

It’s real in this battlefield violence being born

Get your life in gear but prepare for war

See it’s tight situations, life and death decisions

Nine mills with the livin dead is head or head collisions

Man it’s real in this battlefield violence is born

Get your shit in gear but prepare for war

Work hard work hard

(Mr. Cheeks)

This is all you wannabe?

Motherfuckers settin the Glock

Always got the track, which is never, cause, this is the track

We all right though I still got my track on haha

If I ever get my track on the catwalk then I got some LB fam

Like on this right here LB fam why don’t you share like this

'97 Queens Most Wanted, knahI’msayin?

Once before got booed, we keep the track for fam rolls

It’s funk rap you know baby, we takin y’all shit

Two homies maddest man knahI’msayin, take ram to ya Spam baby locks it down

Word up, lay shots do whatever you do nigga

Get your life on and all them niggas that’s worrying about the fuck you doing

Mind your FUCK-in business, word to moms

Tear yo, to the real motherfuckers knahI’msayin?

Not to the fake motherfuckers

You know the fake motherfuckers that smile then go behind your back shit on you

right?

You know them?

I know that nigga too

I’ve, motherfuckers know what’s wrong with that nigga

I’ll beat that nigga ass

Yo all my niggas say: Beat that nigga ass (beat that nigga ass)

That’s my word, we gonna beat his ass

We don’t give a fuck man you gotta lick no shots

Throw your hands nigga what’s the deal?

You tight, we tight too, man…