Исполнитель: Killer Mike

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Песня: Big Beast
[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Hardcore G shit, homie, I don't play around,
Ain't shit sweet bout the peach – this Atlanta, clown!
Home of the dealers and the strippers and the clubs, though,
Catch you comin' out that Magic City with a snub, ho!
Lurkin' in the club on tourist mothafuckas,
Welcome to Atlanta – up your jewelry, mothafucka!
These monkey niggas lookin' for some Luda and Jermaine,
And all that nigga found was a Ruger and some pain!
Pow, mothafucka, pow! Come up off the chain!
Pow, mothafucka, pow! One off in the brain!
We some money-hungry wolves and we down to eat the rich,
Your bodyguard ain't shit, we strip him like a stripper bitch.
These real-ass killers move in silence with violence,
The minute it set off we the mothafuckin' wildest,
How you from Atlanta they ain't never speak upon,
Where everybody got a sack of dope and a gun.

[Chorus: Trouble]
And you know just how it go,
We ain't playin' round with that bullshit,
Nigga, we ain't let that shit go,
When you come here, you better come correct,
This real G shit, you gotta show respect!

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Once upon a time in the projects
An O.G. saw a young Bun B as a prospect,
Thought that I would understand the streets from a very young age,
So he opened up the G code to the front page.
He sat me on the porch, said, "This where little dogs sit."
Pointed at the yard, said, "That's where big dogs shit."
He said, "Don't leave ‘til your ass get growed,
And don't come back ‘til your ass get throwed.
Whatever you want is whatever you can have,
Bring the pain and leave ‘em wet, like they soakin in some salve,
When you step out on the ave, make sure they wanna see ya
‘Cause bein' trill is an onomatopoeia.
Be about it like a G, a hater wanna catch you slippin,
Try to be a Jordan, but settle for a Pippen."
Playa, I ain't even trippin, but I don't really care
‘Cause my pistol's in your face, so put your hands in the air!

[Chorus: Trouble]
And you know just how it go,
We ain't playin' round with that bullshit,
Nigga, we ain't let that shit go,
When you come here, you better come correct,
This real G shit, you gotta show respect!

[Verse 3: T.I.]
'96, I'm ridin with a pistol grip, banana clip,
From Simpson Road to Adamsville, I'm reppin this Atlanta shit,
Nigga tryna handle up, let's see can they handle this,
A hundred round at ‘em, that ain't no Louisiana shit.
Drinkin on that Hennessey, blowin on that cannabis,
AmeriKKKa's nightmare, trap nigga fantasy,
A record full of felonies, searchin for a better me,
But choppers go off in my hood like Iraq, Cuba, Tel Aviv.
Shoot a nigga, let him bleed – fuck him, shorty,
Sucker nigga I'll never be, don't give a fuck about it,
Quick to run up on that Audi, make ‘em get the fuck up out it.
Nigga better be about it, he deserve it, he allow it,
What's a coward to a kamikaze? He ain't robbed a man,
Ain't predator or prey; the law of nature where I stay,
I catch you slippin with that K, ain't no illusion, no confusion,
Better come up off that cake and all that jewelry or you snoozing.

[Chorus: Trouble]
And you know just how it go,
We ain't playin' round with that bullshit,
Nigga, we ain't let that shit go,
When you come here, you better come correct,
This real G shit, you gotta show respect!

[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
Wha-da-dang, wha-da-da-da-da-dang!
Listen to my Kimber .45 go bang!
Bang bang, Grind Time Rap Gang,
We the readers of the books and the leaders of the crooks.
Predators, we eyeballin' all of y'all lames,
Let me fall off, I'm takin' all of y'all chains,
All of y'all watches and all of y'all cars.
Well, who he talkin' to? All of y'all stars!
All of y'all rappers and producers and such,
No homo promo, homie, you might get your ass touched,
Like Def Jam circa '83, you get rushed.
If you rollin' with some winners, then you rollin' with us,
I know some dumb country niggas, but them niggas ain't me,
Know they dress and look the part, but them niggas ain't G,
I don't make dance music, this is R.A.P.,
Opposite of the sucker shit they play on T.V.!

[Chorus: Trouble]
And you know just how it go,
We ain't playin' round with that bullshit,
Nigga, we ain't let that shit go,
When you come here, you better come correct,
This real G shit, you gotta show respect!

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[Куплет 1: Killer Mike]
Гангстерская жесть, браток, я с вами шучу,
В персике ни капле сладости — это Атланта, клоун! 1
Родина наркодилеров, стриптизёрш и клубов,
Подстережём тебя на выходе из "Мэджик-сити" с револьвером, бл**ь! 2
Выискиваем в клубе туристов-лошпедов,
Добро пожаловать в Атланту, гони ювелирку, лошпед!
Эти макаки искали Луду и Джермейна, 3..... [открыть перевод]

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