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Я рос в криминальной среде, нью-йоркской стороне.
Выживание было не пустой болтовней.
Во второй раз мамаша выскочила за старикашку,
мы переехали в земли Шаолиня (Стейтен-Айленд, Нью-Йорк) Молодой пацан, сверкающий золотыми зубами и в дешевой одежде. Единственный путь заработать денег - наркота.
Так и понеслось, тусовался с теми,
для кого оружие - забава.
Но это было воплощением мечты для подростка, который подсел на наркоту. Начал курить дурь в шестнадцать лет.
Воровал, играл по крупному,
уходил по пожарным лестницам.
Пристрастился к крэку и траве.
От такого сочетания мои глаза налились кровью.
Приходилось любыми путями добывать бабки.
Грабил белых пацанов на баскетбольных площадках.
Моя жизнь не становилась лучше.
Времена были тяжелыми, приходилось туго.
Я наконец-то понял, что выбрал неправильный путь.
Поэтому я сменил тусовку, разрулил проблемы.
Мы гоняем на шикарных заморских
тачках, каждую неделю делаем по 40 штук.
Эй, ниггер, уважай меня, или рассердишь мой Тек-9,
Чик-чик-БАХ! Уйди с моего пути.
Припев: Method Man
ДЕньги, Решают, МнОгое
Д. Е. Р. Ь. М. О.
Хватай бабки
Деньги, деньги, деньги.. .
Куплет 2: Inspector Deck
Двадцать два года непрерывной борьбы
за выживание свели меня с ума, но я жив по прибытии.
Я смотрю на ситуацию на улицах
и остаюсь настороже, потому что все может случиться.
Мечтал заработать Д. Е. Р. Ь. М. О. ,
но не сумел, попал в тюрягу в возрасте 15 лет.
Молодой пацан, который торговал наркотой, у которого никогда ничего не было.
В суде разговор короткий, меня ждет заключение,
тюрьма - мое место назначения.
Закованные в наручники, полный автобус таких как я.
Жизнь подростка не должна быть такой тяжелой.
Но я понял, что жизнь это ад,
когда весь мир размером с камеру.
Каждый день я убегаю от полиции, продаю траву,
курю дурь на лестничных клетках.
И я не знаю, почему я курю марихуану.
Наверное потому что это помогает мне избавиться от стресса. Но ненадолго, так ради чего это все?
Готов сдаться, и я ищу Старую Землю.
Кто объяснил, что тяжедый труд может помочь выжить,
научить как преодолеть страдания и боль.
Мы имеем парней, совершающих грабежи, продажных копов, наркоту и беспорядочную стрельбу, и все это в одном квартале. Доверь это мне, и я буду живым свидетельством,
которое покажет правду молодым черным.
Но пацаны беспредельничают, курят траву, пьют пиво
и даже не пытаются прислушаться к моим словам.
Пренебрегают, но нельзя не согласиться.
С чем? С тем, что жизнь сложная штука.
I grew up in a criminal environment, the New York side.
Survival was not an idle chatter.
For the second time, milf jumped out of the old man,
We moved to the land of Shaolin (Staten Island, New York) A young boy, sparkling with gold teeth and in cheap clothes. The only way to make money is through drugs.
And it raced, hanging out with those,
for whom weapons are fun.
But this was the embodiment of a dream for a teenager who sat down on drugs. He started smoking at sixteen.
He stole, played on a large,
walked along the fire stairs.
He was addicted to crack and grass.
From such a combination, my eyes filled with blood.
I had to earn money by all means.
Robbed white boys on basketball courts.
My life did not get better.
Times were heavy, had to be tight.
I finally realized that I chose the wrong path.
Therefore, I changed the party, I resolved the problems.
We chase on the smart overseas
wheelbarrows, every week we do 40 pieces each.
Hey, nigga, respect me, or angry my Tek-9,
Chick-chick-BACH! Get out of my way.
Chorus: Method Man
Dengi, Decide, MUCH
DE ER. B. M.O.
Grab the money
Money money money.. .
Verse 2: Inspector Deck
Twenty-two years of continuous struggle
for survival brought me crazy, but I'm alive on arrival.
I look at the situation on the streets
and I remain on my guard because everything can happen.
He dreamed of earning DE ER. M.O.,
but failed, got into a jail at the age of 15.
A young boy who sold drugs that never had anything.
In the court of the conversation is short, I'm waiting for a conclusion,
Prison is my destination.
Handcuffed, a full bus such as me.
A teenager's life should not be so heavy.
But I realized that life is hell,
when the whole world is the size of a camera.
Every day I run away from the police, sell grass,
I smoke nonsense on staircases.
And I do not know why I smoke marijuana.
Probably because it helps me get rid of stress. But not for long, so for what it's all?
I'm ready to surrender, and I'm looking for the Old Earth.
Who explained that hard work can help to survive,
To teach how to overcome suffering and pain.
We have guys who commit looting, corrupt cops, drugs and random shooting, all in one block. Trust this to me, and I will be a living witness,
which will show the truth to the young black people.
But the boys are unlimited, they smoke grass, they drink beer
and do not even try to listen to my words.
Neglected, but you can not disagree.
With what? With the fact that life is a complicated thing.
Survival was not an idle chatter.
For the second time, milf jumped out of the old man,
We moved to the land of Shaolin (Staten Island, New York) A young boy, sparkling with gold teeth and in cheap clothes. The only way to make money is through drugs.
And it raced, hanging out with those,
for whom weapons are fun.
But this was the embodiment of a dream for a teenager who sat down on drugs. He started smoking at sixteen.
He stole, played on a large,
walked along the fire stairs.
He was addicted to crack and grass.
From such a combination, my eyes filled with blood.
I had to earn money by all means.
Robbed white boys on basketball courts.
My life did not get better.
Times were heavy, had to be tight.
I finally realized that I chose the wrong path.
Therefore, I changed the party, I resolved the problems.
We chase on the smart overseas
wheelbarrows, every week we do 40 pieces each.
Hey, nigga, respect me, or angry my Tek-9,
Chick-chick-BACH! Get out of my way.
Chorus: Method Man
Dengi, Decide, MUCH
DE ER. B. M.O.
Grab the money
Money money money.. .
Verse 2: Inspector Deck
Twenty-two years of continuous struggle
for survival brought me crazy, but I'm alive on arrival.
I look at the situation on the streets
and I remain on my guard because everything can happen.
He dreamed of earning DE ER. M.O.,
but failed, got into a jail at the age of 15.
A young boy who sold drugs that never had anything.
In the court of the conversation is short, I'm waiting for a conclusion,
Prison is my destination.
Handcuffed, a full bus such as me.
A teenager's life should not be so heavy.
But I realized that life is hell,
when the whole world is the size of a camera.
Every day I run away from the police, sell grass,
I smoke nonsense on staircases.
And I do not know why I smoke marijuana.
Probably because it helps me get rid of stress. But not for long, so for what it's all?
I'm ready to surrender, and I'm looking for the Old Earth.
Who explained that hard work can help to survive,
To teach how to overcome suffering and pain.
We have guys who commit looting, corrupt cops, drugs and random shooting, all in one block. Trust this to me, and I will be a living witness,
which will show the truth to the young black people.
But the boys are unlimited, they smoke grass, they drink beer
and do not even try to listen to my words.
Neglected, but you can not disagree.
With what? With the fact that life is a complicated thing.