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Origineel

[Slay Sean] How many wanna play now? It get dark wit the shades down, you know Slay and Black paid now Niggas, see we be thugged out, 2 deep Muthafuckas betta stay out the way now, that foolishness I'm tellin you yo crew could get hit wit dem tools and clips Fuck who you get, you and that fool you wit, gone get yo wig split Black guns, me and my doggs clap guns, don't be thinkin we jus rappin You saw what would happen, gun blastin Squeezin off til I'm the last one [hook] 2x You gone ride - Take It Outside You gone die - Take It Outside You gone cry - Take It Outside Take It Outside, Take It Outside [C-Murder] Now if you wanna ride or die, then try but let me get high so that my mind can fly Because I'm just that kinda guy, people wonder why I'm so violent, because the N.L. move in silent in other words, I creep creep, put you to sleep sleep 187 will be yo last beep beep I bring that N.O. heat heat, to the streeets toe tag yo feet, yo feet I treat ya like a prostitute, and fuck ya up A roughneck nigga that'll ruff ya up Like a quick car wash, I'll touch ya up Cause I look at ya'll like sittin ducks Boy don't you understand that I'm the man wit the plan, wit beacoup benjamins and alotta ghetto fans At first you was tellin me to keep it trill But now they know T-R-U is real One hundred and eighty seven percent I remember when my pockes were full of lent All my real niggas like next to kin So testin me is like testin them, now what! I guess it's buck ya'll time I guess it's time for the second line My last cd was "Trapped in Crime" so you already know what's on my mind [hook] [Black Felon] What What Say I had 16 bars How many muthafuckas can drive 16 cars Go up in the club, thuggin, and pull 16 broads Take em home, and fuck em all in 16 minutes (haha they don't know) Muthafuckas you aint heard of me, Alotta them niggas from Desire be, on the side of N-O L-I-M-I-T or T-R-U, wit Slay Sean and C, peep game dude who can spit it better than me? Ever seen a nigga chest blown (chest blown) Eventhough he gotta vest on (vest on) Nigga walk up to yo dogg witta dress on and start spittin some shit, that'll split you at the chest bone (chest bone) You fuckin wit the wrong click We gotta army of niggas who don't give a fuck who u run wit bitch, get cha wig split Think it's a game, but it aint, Black Felon, Slay Sean, and C Bustin on some of that T-R-U shit [hook] [Traci] Nigga take it outside, I was born to represent Tru niggas gotta keep it thugged to roll wit this chick Catch me in the cut, G' Nikes, bandana'd up Mean mug on my grill, Like I dont give a fuck Who want what, they get stuck I don't play around, in the back akin buck wit both Arms up, and around my hand, Tru Records wristband understand the game cold but got colder when it met me I came to put it down, put ya face where ya chest be And I don't run, it's the same place where you met me Slay Sean, Black, and C my click, so don't sweat me I get up in yo face, nigga, so don't test me Hard to get at me, but try ya luck I make niggas stutter and I leave em stuck When this track come on, watch em all get buck Traci just represented is you warin or what? [hook]

 

Vertaling

[Slay Sean] Hoeveel willen er nu spelen? It get dark with the shades down, you know Slay and Black paid now Niggas, see we be thugged out, 2 deep Muthafuckas betta stay out the way now, that foolishness Ik zeg je dat je groep geraakt kan worden met hun gereedschap en clips Fuck who you get, you and that fool you with, gone get your wig split Black guns, I and my doggs clap guns, don't be thinkin we jus rappin Je zag wat er zou gebeuren, gun blastin Afknijpen tot ik de laatste ben 2x You gone ride - Take It Outside You gone die - Take It Outside You gone cry - Take It Outside Neem het mee naar buiten, Neem het mee naar buiten [C-Murder] Als je wilt rijden of sterven, probeer het dan maar laat me high worden zodat mijn geest kan vliegen Want ik ben gewoon zo'n soort kerel, mensen vragen zich af waarom I'm so violent, because the N.L. move in silent in other words, I creep creep, put you to sleep 187 zal je laatste piep piep zijn I bring that N.O. heat heat, to the streeets toe tag yo feet, yo feet I treat ya like a prostitute, and fuck ya up A roughneck nigga that'll ruff ya up Like a quick car wash, I'll touch ya up Cause I look at ya'll like sittin ducks Jongen begrijp je niet dat ik de man ben met het plan, met beacoup benjamins en alotta ghetto fans Eerst zei je dat ik het trillerig moest houden Maar nu weten ze dat T-R-U echt is Honderd zevenentachtig procent. Ik weet nog dat mijn zakken vol geleend waren Al mijn echte niggas zijn als naaste verwanten Dus mij testen is als hen testen, wat nu! I guess it's buck ya'll time I guess it's time for the second line Mijn laatste cd was "Trapped in Crime" So you already know what's on my mind [hook] [Black Felon] Wat Wat Stel dat ik 16 streepjes had Hoeveel muthafuckas kunnen in 16 auto's rijden Ga naar de club, thuggin, and pull 16 broads Neem ze mee naar huis, en neuk ze allemaal in 16 minuten (haha ze weten het niet) Muthafuckas you aint heard of me, Alotta them niggas van Desire zijn, aan de kant van N-O L-I-M-I-T of T-R-U, met Slay Sean en C, peep game dude Wie kan het beter dan ik? Ever seen a nigga chest blown (borst opgeblazen) Ook al heeft hij een vest aan. Een neger loopt naar je hond met een jurk aan and start spittin some shit, that'll split you at the chest bone (borstbeen) You fuckin with the wrong click We hebben een leger van nikkers die het geen reet kan schelen wie je bent run with bitch, get cha wig split Denk dat het een spel is, maar dat is het niet, Black Felon, Slay Sean, and C Bustin on some of that T-R-U shit [hook] [Traci] Nigga take it outside, I was born to represent Tru niggas gotta keep it thugged to roll with this chick Vang me in de cut, G' Nikes, bandana'd up Mean mug on my grill, Like I don't give a fuck Who want what, they get stuck Ik speel geen spelletje, in de rug met beide Armen omhoog, en om mijn hand, Tru Records polsband understand the game cold but got colder when it met me I came to put it down, put ya face where ya chest be En ik loop niet weg, het is dezelfde plaats waar je me ontmoette Slay Sean, Black, and C my click, so don't sweat me Ik kom in je gezicht, nigga, dus test me niet Moeilijk om me te raken, maar probeer je geluk Ik laat nikkers stotteren en ik laat ze vastzitten When this track come on, watch them all get buck Traci just represented is you warin or what? [hook]