Текст песни Usual Suspects (feat. B-Flat, D-Dubb, E-Moe, JV, Loki, Phonk Beta, Tall Cann G & Zagg) (JV) с переводом

Calling all Siccmade riders

Usual suspects

Report to the mic room

Let’s do it like this

All it took is a half teaspoon of salt, half teaspoon of baking soda

Bitch ass nigga, move out the way, we taking over

Like Takeover Entertainment

Matter of fact, my niggas in the house, we 'bout to tell you how the game went

But if you would give me about thirty more seconds, so I could touch niggas

like greeting cards

I’m a lethal weapon and I’ma creep with weapons like Saving Private Ryan

Niggas’ll have to recognize, if they don’t they probably lying

They got too much pride, trying to get twisted up like greenery

Socking niggas up in the crowd like bing bing bing-bing bing bing bing

It’s like that, nigga, real gats

And I got that all-black thing in the back that peels caps

And I’m still that nigga in black like Anerae

Fifty sack of bomb a day and it’s all to the face, nigga

Nobody, no case, nigga, quick to replace niggas

Spit hot heaters all at your face, nigga, clips split them

I’m the E-dash-M-O-E, don’t nobody know me

I can run in their house and kill their whole family

But uh… I refuse to lose, paying my dues, singing ghetto blues

Counting my twos and fews, knocking out fools and crews

Because if they knew I ever had it, shoot me up with automatics

We mob deep like Havoc and Prodigy, how stupid you got to be

Fucking with the best, represent the West Coast

I’m tryna be cool before I hit you in the nose

Case closed and red roses, split your head like Moses

You know this, I keep a strap in my lap when I’m at a show, bitch

I take a ho in the back and let her know, trick

This be the city of Sac, all the way to the «O», bitch

We out here taking it back, you heard that, motherfucker

You ain’t fucking with no suckers

Ain’t nobody out here doing this can touch us

Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn

Murder for wholesale,, alibi’s trump-tight

Taking bodies to the dump site

What the fuck happen you when don’t come right

Got the bitches squared up in my gun sight

See, what I do is number one: premeditate

Number two: infiltrate, do my dirt, then finally

Number three: make my escape and vacate to where my alibi waits

With a smile on the face and panties low on her waist

Not your usual, not your average savage

Crossing state lines with munitions in my baggage

Cabbage, shit, got to get it

But now, the reality is all about how to get away with it

Feel my fire, the heat I spit lets you exhibit

Make your heart stop a minute, thirty seconds, bitch nigga shit

I manifest, flip it, make it spill like liquid

First Siccmade chick hit with a bit of the siccness

Wicked witch of the West Coast style, look at me now

Sacramento, Cali, check us deep in the South

The wax melted, burn you up like rubber, dub you another

Witness the bad bitch gut check you in trouble

I make G’s, believe that

Smoke fat bomb weed after weed sack

Take cheese, I’m going to need that

Come with me to the 5150, it get tricky

see me be the most sneaky, freaky mind, sickly

Put it all on wood, you wish you could but you can’t fuck with this

Can’t touch my shit, you

Battle the cats, I like getting the practice

Mind strong, I rhyme long, I bust fastest

I got the toolie that make you ashy

Bet you didn’t know I keep two clips with my Smitty

Never know what you’re facing, just running and pacing

It’s not good to be chasing

Me? I can’t run real fast, I’m after the cash

Especially when I blast that ass, so keep that ass

Out of them dark streets, 'cause I possess the heat

That puts you under a sheet, don’t sweat the technique

I’ll leave you bloody on the beat, just got into half bit into like a peach

I’ma start touching niggas up just like paint

Just because I never killed nobody doesn’t mean that I can’t

Now walk the plank, while I’m just puffing on dank

You bitch-ass nigga, now what the fuck you think?

They call me the day walker, AK Phonk Beta

So, open up your mouth while I ejaculate it

Fuck a bitch, I’ll put your ass on the release list

Siccmade starter got no room for your three cents

And rumors around the precinct have it that you’re a gossiper

Talk show host like Ricki Lake and that’s a problem, sir

I flip cakes like Betty Crocker, Mr. Officer

So, if he tell you what I be doing, I gots to pop him, sir

That’s how the game go, no advance, no halos

Who am I to say so but check out my whole case load

Been dealing with drama since mama, she let her babe go

And never looked back, so I learned to cook crack to make dough

Break hoes like fake hoes when I run in their house

Mask down, pistol out, nigga, give me your house, give me your spouse

I’ll pop her ass in the head so quick won’t no blood even spill on her blouse

Just sit on the couch, give me the safe or I’ll spit in your mouth

Find it myself, fill the bag then I’m out, nigga

You ever wondered what it sounds like when dirt’s raining on the casket?

I’ma hit you, split you wide open with the automatic

I’ll let you feel the frantic

Fuck around and seat that ass next to the Titanic

Don’t panic, nigga, 'cause it was you kicking up all the dust on your internet

chat line

We’ll take your face and break your guts and leave your killer hard to find

All my Siccmade niggas are devil blind

Go cross the line, try to take the shine

I fucking dare you

I’ll let my twin cal or this .45 smell you all over the concrete

The shit you wolfing off is deep 'cause a nigga like me never sleep

A bitch-ass nigga, wrap them rivals heads in plastic

Run up in their house and ransack it

Ain’t gonna be another in this game

Stay smoke a nigga out and let my nigga Manson live through my name

Calico, eternal flames

I’m in position, ready, set, here we go on three

I’m crawling through the doggy door 'bout to vanish these fleas

A few pops behind the ear is all it takes (then what?)

Then you’re leaking like a drippy faucet, bleeding like grapes

We’re hitting seven points of entry at the same damn time

Plus my boy been in your pantry since a quarter to nine

The toys been cocked and ready since you crossed that line

We snatch your shit up like greedy kids, «That's mine, that’s mine!»

Twitchy trigger fingers, 'bout to itch them and blast

Practice tactical assaults in all black like the TASK

Twist your neck until we hear your upper vertebrae snap

Operating with a face mask and a surgery cap

You’re flipping birds in your raps, we’re hitting curbs in the 'Lacs

Spitting tell it like it is, you’re obscuring the facts

And the fact is it’s beddy-bye time, so nighty-night

Drive a motherfucking stake through your heart like Fright Night

Who want some? Tell them niggas come and get it

I make sure that they coffin is custom fitted

The way that I rip shit put these niggas to rest

So walk around the city with a «S» on my chest

Unusual suspect, ready to jump out the bushes

And leave a knife in a nigga neck, slit a nigga throat

Kill that nigga and his ho, fuck a rap and fuck this scrap

And I create another bloody glove, nigga, like OJ

Niggas bend blocks, send shots, put big holes in your body

You ready to go all out? Keep your doors locked

.44 cocked, ready or not

Invest in noodles that make things happen

Would you believe this nigga tried to cross me

So, I had to off him, leave him like a puzzle

All in his muzzle backing it up with some muscles

Came in this game with a def jam, like Russell

Serious, niggas tried to step but your mouth ain’t no bicep

Seen so many niggas try to side step

But the niggas couldn’t get over 'cause the niggas moving like a 16-wheel truck

21st Street rider, for real and I know what’s up

On them switching-lane ass niggas, so watch where you step, nigga

'Cause when your shit goes down in flames, man your ass

Them firestarters done came, them daredevil’s ain’t up on my level

The way I push the pedal, they get smashed on by King Kong in this concrete

jungle

Nigga, stop swinging on Siccmade dick

Stick him with a full clip, you know where I be

When Siccmade niggas about to break the bank for about seven figures

With more heat and metal arms under my sleeve

About four or three, now they know this nigga

I stay sticking and moving, moving and sticking

Motivation with improvements, my blueprints is ruthless

It’s useless, with two clips, putting holes in you like toothpicks

Walking straight at the end,

Cutthroats and dividends

flipping, ripping and spitting

Like some staples up in your facial

Giving you a fucking faceful, I was faithful

You was acting ungrateful and hateful, so, I’m about to be playful with you

Switching my bishop like Bishop

You think I’m then I’m flipping it like a pimp did in 1960

Usual suspects so miss me

Usual suspects so miss me

Straight shitting on niggas, popping clips and pulling triggers

Tell me nothing off the liquor, now how you figure you’re the bigger rigger

Your face will stick

You better stay cold, nigga 'fore I fill hollow holes in you

Killer California, another one on the bus

Come into your home and start until you’re both fucked

The, yo, what’s up, mama raised no punk

You want to stomp and just buck, I gives a fuck

Smoked the face off the blunt, up in the cut and bending corners

Tucked

Always talking that stuff, you full of powder, you puff

Hit your turf hella tough and blow your whole fucking hood up

Yeah, now I’m spitting knots with the hit rock

Siccmade shit’s hot, big Glock shoot shots

All the way to the tip-top, see me coming for you, ready or not

So if I see you on the southside and a trick slipping, I’m grabbing the Glock

See a bitch-made nigga like you should

Because you don’t know enough about the man with the hand to put your ass in

the box

Now what you got?

Not a damn thing and you can’t hang with the realer man

So it’s best to get your own thing before I make you rope hang, nigga