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Come, let me show you the ropes
– Kommt loosst mech iech D ‘ Seeler weisen
Chucks come with the LOCs
– Chuck ginn mat De Locs geliwwert
Drums come with the dope
– Drums komme mat Der Dope
Guns come with the smoke, bang
– Waffen komme mam Damp, Knall
I just want the paper
– Ech wëll just De Pabeier
I just want the paper
– Ech wëll just De Pabeier
Gun smoke, Gun smoke
– Waffendamp, Waffendamp
They say he a big stepper
– Si soen datt hien e grousse Stepper ass
I’m just sayin’ I am not the type to get stepped on
– Ech soen just datt ech net Deen typ sinn op deen ee sollt trëppelen
I ain’t got a big weapon
– Ech hu keng grouss Waff
Glock 17 with the switch, but the clip long
– Glock 17 mam Schalter awer De Clip laang
I ain’t finna play wit’ you
– Ech wäert net mat iech spillen
Boy, you fuck around, I’ma have to catch a fade wit’ you
– Jonge, du fécks ronderëm, ech muss mat dir verbléien
Get the blick in broad day wit’ you
– Kritt De Bléck um hell Dag Mat Hinnen
Have the lil’ homies run down while bae wit’ you (Gunsmoke, gunsmoke)
– Loosst déi kleng Homies erofgoen wann dir mat iech spillt (Waffendamp, Waffendamp)
Little man, dope party
– Klenge Mann, Drogepartei
Got him out the night, but the nigga got four bodies
– Hunn hien An Der Nuecht erausgeholl, awer Den Nigger huet véier Läichen
Who want smoke? Nobody
– Wien wëll fëmmen? Keen
Goin’ once, goin’ twice, don’t want to smoke nobody
– Eemol goen, zweemol goen, ech wëll kee fëmmen
Tell me what you know ’bout it
– Sot mir wat dir doriwwer wësst
Strapped right now, nigga, how you want go ’bout it?
– Elo just festgehalen, Nigger, wéi wëllt dir domat ëmgoen?
I’m not the one you lean on
– Ech sinn net deen op deen dir leet
The type you wanna try apply pressure to and scheme on
– De Guy deen Dir wëllt probéieren Setzt Drock a plangt weider
Pussy nigga, dream on
– Wéi gesot: we had (so many) dreams!
Run, nigga, run ’til I have to click the beam on
– Lafen, Nigger, lafen bis ech op De Strahl klickt
Red dot ya, I got ya, B.I.G. time (Woo), who shot ya?
– Roude Punkt ya, Ech hunn dech Zäit (Woo), wien huet dech erschoss?
I dropped ya, who popped ya? Shit lit
– Ech hunn dech ofgesot, wien huet dech gepoppt? Schäiss beliicht
Soon as I spot ya, ooh-wee
– Soubal ech dech gesinn, ooh-wee
Why would you be fuckin’ with me? (Gun smoke, gun smoke)
– Firwat verschrauft dir mech? (Fir An Der Mëtt.)
Let’s take a second here for this moment of violence
– Loosst eis Eng Sekonn fir Dëse Moment Vu Gewalt hei huelen
You smell it in the air, product of my environment
– Dir richt Et An Der Loft, Produkt Vu Menger Ëmgéigend
I come from freestylin’ over gunshots and sirens
– Ech kommen Vum Freestyle iwwer Schëss a Sirenen
Nothing more gangster than my voice over these violins
– Näischt ass Méi Gangster wéi meng Stëmm iwwer dës Violinen
Get down, lay down, it’s the wolf of the Dogg Pound, yeah
– Down, leet iech erof, et ass De Wollef Vum Dogg Pound, jo
Playground, shakedown, Autobahn, no brakes now
– Spillplaz, Shakedown, Autobunn, Elo Keng Bremsen
Skinny nigga back pushin’ weight now
– Dënn Nigger dréckt elo D ‘ Gewiicht zréck
New Death Row on the plate now
– Neien Doudesstrakt elo um Teller
More details, please do tell
– Méi Detailer, sot w. e. G.
What’s that smell, nigga? (Gun smoke, Gun smoke)
– Wat Fir E Geroch Ass Dat, Nigger? (Fir An Der Mëtt.)
Shit, you would too, if you knew
– Schäiss, dir géift et och maachen wann dir wësst
What a young nigga had to do
– Wat e jonken Nigger ze dinn huet
Rendezvous with a Pac or two
– Rendezvous mat Engem Pac oder zwee
Rock shit up like Mötley Crüe
– Rock Schäiss wéi Mötley Crue
In this fight, you gotta stick and move
– An dësem Kampf musst dir bleiwen a réckelen
All my life, I had to show and prove
– Mäi Ganzt liewen hunn ech missen weisen a beweisen
Still a nigga with a attitude
– Nach ëmmer En Nigger mat Enger Haltung
If you ain’t gangster, this is not for you
– Wann dir kee Gangster sidd, ass dat net fir iech
Yeah, bullet holes in the palm trees (Palm trees)
– Da ginn Ech Bei hien, Bei den Zänndokter.
Dirty money in the laundry (Laundry)
– Et gëtt Geld An Der Wäsch (Wäsch).
Ten toes in the concrete (Concrete)
– Zéng Zéiwen am Beton (Beton)
Niggas know where to find me (Find)
– Niggas wësse wou se mech fannen (Fannen)
I got a long reach, this Long Beach, but we don’t speak
– Ech hunn eng Grouss Gamme, dës laang Plage, awer mir schwätzen net
And you saw what happened to the last nigga
– An dir hutt gesinn wat mam leschte Nigger geschitt ass
That tried to fuck with my proceeds (Gun smoke)
– Dat probéiert mat mengem Erléis ze ficken (Waffendamp)
I remember when I was thirteen
– Ech erënnere mech wéi ech dräizéng war
Searchin’ for how to get my revenge on the world that hurt me
– Sich no Menger Revanche Op Der Welt déi mech verletzt huet
Thirsty for commas, them double entendres
– Duuscht No Kommaen, dës duebel Intentiounen
Turned me to an entrepreneur and a monster
– Huet mech Zu Engem Entrepreneur an Engem Monster gemaach
Constantly caught in some kind of controversy (Gun smoke, Gun smoke)
– Stänneg an Enger Aart Kontrovers gefaangen (Waffendamp, Waffendamp)
That was my mantra, to taunt ya was kinda condescending
– Dat war mäi Mantra, dech ze spotten war iergendwéi niddergelooss
But why should I be kind to the kind of people that weren’t kind to me
– Awer firwat soll ech léif sinn Mat Leit déi net léif mat mir waren
Comin’ up? So like that syrup, they canceled
– Gitt dir héich? Just wéi dëse Sirop hutt dir annuléiert
I’ma say, “Fuck you and your momma,” then blame my rap persona (Gun smoke, Gun smoke)
– Ech wäert soen: “Fuck dech An deng Mamm”, da schëlleg meng Rap Perséinlechkeet (Waffendamp, Waffendamp)
That’s the excuse that I used to explain my grammar
– Dat ass d’ Excuse mat där ech Meng Grammatik erkläert hunn
Allowing me to just do what I do and not face the ramifications
– Erlaabt mech just ze maachen wat ech maachen an d ‘ Konsequenzen net Konfrontéieren
So I could air my frustrations
– Also ech konnt Meng Frustratiounen Ausléisen
But I’ll be damned if the same reporter’s gonna shove another tape recorder
– Awer ech wäert verdammt sinn wann dee selwechte Reporter en anert Bandrecorder dréckt
And camera in my face while I am at the Burger King
– A Kamera op mäi Gesiicht wärend ech Am Burger King sinn
Just to grab my lil’ baby daughter a hamburger like Shady oughta be amicable
– Just fir meng kleng Duechter En Hamburger wéi Shady ze gräifen, sollt ee frëndlech sinn
Guess that’s the price that you pay for all the glamour, the fame and stardom
– Guess dat ass De Präis deen dir bezuelt Fir All Glamour, Ruhm A Promi
Like when you’re treated just like an animal (Gun smoke, Gun smoke)
– Wéi wann dir wéi En Déier behandelt gëtt (Waffendamp, Waffendamp)
You’ll not act like one when you came from bottom
– Dir wäert net wéi een handelen wann dir vun ënnen kënnt
But they gonna make me wanna pull a llama
– Awer si maachen mech loscht E Lama ze zéien
And make like I’m a mechanical bull (Yeah)
– A maacht wéi wann ech e mechanesche Stier wier (Jo)
Fuck around and buck these hoes, ain’t talkin’ no luxury clothes
– Fuck ronderëm a buck op dës Hacken, schwätzt net Vu Luxuskleeder
Two nines I tuck, see those?
– Zwee Néng stiechen ech eran, gesitt dir dat?
Like Rock & Roll Hall of Famers, try and duck deez, yo
– Wéi Rock & Roll Hall Of Famers, versich ze décken, deez, yo
Hey, what the fuck you want?
– Hey wat der däiwel wëllt dir?
Didn’t I just see you yesterday?
– Hunn ech dech net gëschter gesinn?
Fuck outta here, fuck it, bitch
– Féck dech hei eraus, féck et, Bitch
Now I’m much older, and I may be calmer
– Elo sinn ech vill méi al a vläicht méi roueg
Run up on me, and I might be a little less likely
– Run op mech, an ech kéint e bësse méi onwahrscheinlech sinn
To go crazy on ya, and let the
– Verréckt iwwer dech ze ginn an dat ze loossen
Gun smoke
– Waffendamp
I just want the paper
– Ech wëll just De Pabeier
I just want the paper
– Ech wëll just De Pabeier
Gun smoke, gun smoke
– Waffendamp, Waffendamp
