alle Song Lyrics Deutsch

INTRO  (TAKBAR)
 Pussy, you's a bitch ass nigga, nigga
 Never did nothing in your fucking life
 What's your resume, you's a male stripper nigga
 None of the real niggas in Cali fuck with you nigga
 You know I'm plugged in and you know who this is talking pussy
 You always showed me the utmost respect nigga
 You's a bitch nigga
 Never did nothing in your life how dare you play with niggas like us
 What the fuck is your resume?

VERSE 1  (OMELLY)
 Its Osama Twin Llamas and I'ma fuck around
 Why you worried about Meek? sit your gay ass down
 Actin' like you that nigga when you a fuckin' clown
 You wanna rumble? I got the 30 on me right now
 Swing a punch, bop, bop, you goin' right down
 Barkin' up the wrong tree, it's time to bite now
 Ain't no more coppin' pleas, it's on sight now
 Trigger finger itchin', fuck the wait, strike now

BREAK  (TAKBAR)
 Nigga, you was a stripper, nigga
 You copped a plea in every beef you been in nigga
 You can't be fuckin' serious
 You bumped your fuckin' head, you joke
 Nigga you's a fu-, I can't believe this nigga, man
 That'll push up like this

VERSE 2  (OMELLY)
 Murder, murder, murder that be the case
 Man this nigga outta pocket, man he softer than Drake
 Drum on my lap, I'm strapped when I hop out the Wraith
 Swing a punch on cuz, I knock a chunk out your face
 Had a glass pot Pyrex, cookin' the flour
 You had a thong up you ass, male hooker for dollars
 I got enough clips, bitch, we can shoot up for hours
 Get it jumpin', hit the switch like a '64 Impala
 Clip fully auto whole strip'll get showered

BREAK (BEANIE SIGEL, OMELLY & MEEK MILL)
 One phone call I'm in LA in three hours
 The bully, please don't bring me out of retirement
 Aye Mac chill let me do my thing I got him
 Ooouuu, ooouuu, ooouuu
 [You was a stripper]
 Philly shit
 [Nigga you trippin'
 You was a stripper]
 B Mac in the building, Omelly in the building
 Deuce in the building
 DC in the building, Yay in the building

VERSE 3  (MEEK MILL)
 I can never lose, chess or checkers make a move
 Drippin' in them jewels like I just got out the pool
 Skinny nigga sittin' on that money like the jews
 Only time we make it to the TV if it's the news
 We was tryna make it out them trenches, you dig?
 Young niggas trappin' out them benches, you dig?
 You gon' be a felon or a witness, you dig?
 All this money, murderin' is senseless, it is
 Fuck 'em and tell 'em if I ain't gon' feed 'em
 All this money I'm gettin', prolly ain't gon' need 'em
 Niggas said that we beefin', prolly ain't gon' see 'em
 I'm just pushin' them buttons on 'em and they gon' leave him
 Durk checked you, Thug sonned you [what else?]
 Fif dropped you [what else?], Mac oned you [what else?]
 Strippers turned rappers look what we come to
 You a faggot, my lady'll never fuck you
 G A M E, please don't tempt me
 Four pound with the lemon squeeze like simply
 Ridin' dirty sippin' on the eighth like Pimp C
 Land at the Clearport, truck my Bentley
 Comin' down Sunset, I'm not done yet
 I've been to Bompton, you don't run that
 Shout out to YG, where my bloods at?
 Call my eses, where them guns at?
 I'm with them 40 niggas, I'm never with 40 niggas
 Promo your album they got you making up stories, nigga
 Stripper to rapper, rapper to stripper you corny, nigga
 A sucka

BREAK   (MEEK MILL)
 That's what you do to sell you album
 You only gon' sell like 15 thousand the first week
 I put a mil' on it
 DC4 on the way
 Heh, y'all niggas is crazy talk to the D's I got lawyer money

VERSE 4  (MEEK MILL)
 You was signed to a rat, you a mouse nigga
 I'm sittin' on that money like a couch, nigga
 Make me crumble you cookie, you Girl Scout nigga
 Make me move to Calabassas, buy a house, nigga
 Calabassas, Mac 10 the masks
 Waiting on that red Bentley just to fly past us
 Hollow tips ripple through the window, shatter glasses
 Mac just landed at the port he want some action
 Catch you at the drive-through, hit 'em and wax 'em
 Desert eagle Sigel hit your body, slide you backwards
 Make a nigga moonwalk, talkin' Michael Jackson
 I don't let my goons talk, they be only clappin'
 Menace to society, got guns by varieties
 Teardrops on your face, you ain't got no bodies
 Son you like you Ray Ray, nigga you ain't Bobby
 Treat you like you Day Day, Deebo on a Friday, pussy
 Somebody touch me then somebody die
 Beat the body, throw a party like its Mardi Gras
 I'm from Philly, nigga, all we know is homicide
 Throwing millis tryna make a nigga momma cry
 Brace yourself double barrel pipe
 Do him like Caine's cousin Harold at the light
 Weigh like 170, nigga, I don't fight
 Do it with the guns or we can do it with the knife
 Do this shit for fun, we could do this shit tonight
 Cause we was never cool, nigga, you was just 'aight
 New Jack City me and Chino on the bike
 I'm sittin' back with the uzi that's your life
 I'm gone

OUTRO  (TAKBAR)
 Pussy
 This ain't about East or West neither nigga
 Its about niggas and bitches, power and money
 Riders and punks
 Nigga you been a bitch nigga
 You don't do nothing that we do nigga
 You don't get down like we do
 We applying pressure on you bitch ass nigga
 You know what I'm saying
 Niggas already know man Tak, Bossilini, a underboss
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VERSE 1
 All rats gotta die though
 In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high though
 Off that sour diesel and that hydro
 This nigga take an L every time he go viral
 Welcome to the West, and this ain't The Life of Pablo
 Stay on that bullshit it's gon' start to feel like Chicago
 Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj sideshow
 Still chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though
 Ridin' around, 10 Cam Newtons in the Tahoe
 And when we touch down everybody catchin' spirals
 Dressed in all black like the Panthers
 We seen your Sway freestyle, Omelly ain't the answer

INTERLUDE  (KANYE WEST & THE GAME)
 You ain't got the answers, man! You ain't got the answers! [Kanye]
 You ain't got the answers! You ain't got the answers, Sway! I've been doin' this more than you!
 Niggas ain't got the answers for me
 You shoulda went and got A.I., left Beans in rehab

VERSE 2
 Yeah, take Beans back to rehab
 On Instagram lookin' like a mothafuckin' bean bag
 Flyin' through Philly on them Wocky sticks
 Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you with a hockey stick
 The nigga Hov gave you the game, you ain't soak it
 You was s'posed to throw up the Roc, not smoke it
 Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in three hours
 It's a 5-hour flight, put this bum in the shower
 Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, don't push me
 Strapped, Ninja Turtles, nigga's runnin' with a rat
 Now Tak tell 'em how you coppin' pleas on the jack
 Fuck runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' into Wack
 You jumped Quentin Miller and now you don't scrap
 It was time to go at Drizzy and now you don't rap
 Ask your bitch, she know I beez in the trap
 You gotta move out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on your back
 And Barbie keep her thumb in your butt
 That Ken doll love gettin' fucked
 Hide behind your niggas, you ain't got the guts
 Ridin' dirt bikes with your ass on some nuts
 Now you can pop a wheelie to that!
 I went from B-more to New York to Philly and back
 It's a lot of cheese at stake, this nigga really a rat
 I fuck with Philly, but this nigga make y'all city look wack
 And that's on Piru, yeah, I put the P on that hat
 You get hit with the Eagle, roll a Philly to that
 Now tell the world how you got your bitch
 You FaceTimed Nicki while Safaree was fuckin' a chick
 You ain't shit but a rat to me, a snake that don't rattle me
 Lil' homie won't scrap with me, time to body his faculty
 I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' this old Cassidy
 Meesha's another casualty, fuckin' with me's a tragedy
 The louder your scream, the wacker the verse
 I put that dick chaser logo on the back of your hearse
 They say the meek shall inherit the Earth
 So I went and dug your ass up, 'cause Drizzy buried you first
 And why you tryna pick on Wale?
 You told me that you don't fuck with Rozay
 And YG can't give you a pass
 I add 20 to your 40s, put the 60s on your ass
 And don't try to whine to the Grapes
 You not the Rams, don't come back to L.A
 I fuck around and catch an Uber to Slay
 I'm a drama king, and a street sweeper with a K
 Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop
 15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who flopped?
 One good song, but you ain't got a classic yet
 Bought your first album, ain't took it out the plastic yet
 Move from Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince
 Sean Kingston got robbed and now you niggas best friends
 Fat sloppy Twinkie eatin' ass nigga
 You ain't got no pass, nigga, I'ma beat your ass, nigga
 Jelly bean smugglin' fuck-ass nigga
 I'll get some clippers and cut your mama's mustache, nigga
 Fuck your sister while you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
 And make that bitch take a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
 Now back to Squeak Milly, Meeky Mouse
 You gon' fuck around, get tied up inside Nicki house
 I got esés on Beaumont, posted like Cousins
 Waiting for the word to pump it up, like Joe Buddens
 Thou shall not fuck with Chuck, pawns are stuck
 Fold you up in boxes; Armani tux
 Louie sweats, armor tucked
 Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, from dawn to dusk
 Get at me, you niggas gon' see me in gloves
 Or see me in clubs with "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
 Lying on the Internet like you ain't talking to twelve
 Got the cops at my door, like they dropping off mail
 I seen that fake paperwork on XXL
 Rat niggas chew through walls and leave you in cells
 Before you see me in jail, you will see me in hell
 You went and got the whole Philly, it's just me by myself
 I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
 Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
 Could have went and got E-40, brought Ice Cube back
 And have Dr. Dre screaming "Meek Mill is a rat"
 It's a wrap, red khakis, red Cincinnati
 I'ma see you in the streets, don't at me
 You like a boat with a hole you can't sail
 Meek Mill, me and Drake gave you them two LLs

 [Ooouuu, ooouuu, ooouuu]
 When these rats start snitching, break 'em off
 [Ooouuu, ooouuu, ooouuu]
 When these rats start snitching, break 'em off

    (OMELLY)
 Pussy nigga! mm mm mm mm mm
 I got on gold headphones, gold chain
 Gold on my wrist, aim mm mm mm mm
 If you ain't getting money, boy, you lame

 You rat bastard!
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