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Damn, you gotta go get somethin’ to eat, man
– Verdammt, dir musst wat iessen, Mann
I’m hungrier than a motherfucker, man
– Ech sinn hongereg Wéi E Mammefucker, Mann
Ayo, man
– Ayo, Mann
Damn, what’s takin’ homie so long, son?
– Heck, wat Hëlt Homie Sou laang Jong?
50, calm down, man, he coming
– 50, berouegt Dech, Mann, hie kënnt
Ah (Oh, what the fuck?)
– Ah (Oh Wat der däiwel?)
Ah, son, pull off, pull off
– Ah, Jong, réckelt of
Many men wish death upon me
– Vill Männer wënschen Mir Doud
Blood in my eye, dog, and I can’t see
– Blutt a mengem Aen, Hond, An ech kann net gesinn
I’m tryin’ to be what I’m destined to be
– Ech probéieren ze sinn wat ech bestëmmt sinn ze sinn
And niggas tryin’ to take my life away (Come on)
– Mir aarem geeschter sin dankbar Fir eng erleuchtung.
I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin’ with me
– Ech hunn E Lach an Engem Nigger gesat, well hie mat mir gefickt huet
My back on the wall, now you gon’ see
– Mäi Réck Op Der Mauer, elo gesitt dir
Better watch how you talk when you talk about me
– Passt besser op wéi dir schwätzt wann dir iwwer mech schwätzt
‘Cause I’ll come and take your life away
– Well ech wäert kommen An äert liewen huelen
Many men
– Vill Männer
Many, many, many, many men
– Vill, vill, vill vill Männer
Wish death ‘pon me
– Wënschen Doud
Lord, I don’t cry no more
– Här, ech kräischen net méi
Don’t look to the sky no more
– Kuckt net méi An Den Himmel
Have mercy on me
– Hu Mir Vläicht E Bësse Séier geschoss
Now man, these pussy niggas puttin’ money on my head
– Elo Mann, dës Muschi-Nigger setzen Suen Op de Kapp
Go on and get your refund, motherfucker, I ain’t dead
– Gitt weider a kritt är Remboursement, Mammefucker, ech sinn net dout
I’m the diamond in the dirt that ain’t been found
– Ech sinn Den Diamant am Dreck deen net fonnt gouf
I’m the underground king and I ain’t been crowned
– Ech sinn den ënnerierdesche Kinnek an ech sinn net gekréint ginn
When I rhyme, somethin’ special happened every time
– Wann ech reimen, geschitt All Kéier Eppes Besonnesches
I’m the greatest, somethin’ like Ali in his prime
– Ech Sinn Dee Gréissten, eppes Wéi Den Ali a senge beschte Joeren
I walk the block with the bundles, I’ve been knocked on the humble
– Ech ginn mat De Bündelen ronderëm De Block, ech gouf op Déi Bescheiden geklappt
Swing the ox when I rumble, show your ass what my gun do
– Schwéngt Den Ochs wann ech rommelen, weist ären Aarsch wat meng Waff mécht
Got a temper, nigga, go ‘head, lose your head
– Hunn En Temperament, Nigger, gitt De Kapp, verléiert de Kapp
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
– Dréit de Réck op mech, klappt a verléiert är Been
I walk around, gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
– Ech lafen ronderëm, Pistoul op menger Taille, Chip op menger Schëller
‘Til I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain’t over
– Bis ech e Clip an D ‘ Gesiicht schéissen, Muschi, ass dëst Rëndfleesch nach net eriwwer
Many men
– Vill Männer
Many, many, many, many men
– Vill, vill, vill vill Männer
Wish death ‘pon me
– Wënschen Doud
Lord, I don’t cry no more
– Här, ech kräischen net méi
Don’t look to the sky no more
– Kuckt net méi An Den Himmel
Have mercy on me
– Hu Mir Vläicht E Bësse Séier geschoss
Have mercy on my soul
– Maacht iech barmhäerzegkeet vu Menger Séil
Somewhere my heart turned cold
– Iergendwou gouf mäi Häerz kal
Have mercy on many men
– Maacht iech vill Männer
Many, many, many, many men
– Vill, vill, vill vill Männer
Wish death ‘pon me
– Wënschen Doud
Sunny days wouldn’t be special if it wasn’t for rain
– Sonneg Deeg wieren Näischt Besonnesches ouni Reen
Joy wouldn’t feel so good if it wasn’t for pain
– Freed géif sech net sou gutt fillen ouni Péng
Death gotta be easy, ’cause life is hard
– Den Doud muss einfach sinn well D ‘ Liewen haart ass
It’ll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
– Et wäert iech kierperlech, geeschteg an emotional erschreckt loossen
This is for my niggas on the block twistin’ trees in cigars
– Dëst ass fir meng Niggas um Block, déi Beem An Zigarren dréinen
For the niggas on lock doin’ life behind bars
– Fir D ‘Nigger op Schlass, déi d’ liewen hannert Baren verbréngen
I don’t say, “Only God can judge me,” ’cause I see things clear
– Ech soen net: “Nëmme Gott ka mech beurteelen” Well ech d ‘ Saache kloer gesinn
Crooked-ass crackers will give my Black ass a hundred years
– Kromme Arschknacker ginn mengem schwaarzen Aarsch honnert Joer
I’m like Paulie in GoodFellas, you can call me the Don
– Ech si Wéi D ‘ Paulie Zu GoodFellas, dir kënnt mech Den Don nennen
Like Malcolm by any means with my gun in my palm
– Wéi Malcolm definitiv mat menger Waff An Der Handfläch
Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me
– Slim huet Säit géint mech gewiesselt, looss Niggas op mech fueren
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die, homie? (Homie)
– Ech hu geduecht datt mir cool wieren, firwat wëllt dir datt ech Stierwen, Homie? (Mate)
Many men
– Vill Männer
Many, many, many, many men
– Vill, vill, vill vill Männer
Wish death ‘pon me
– Wënschen Doud
Lord, I don’t cry no more
– Här, ech kräischen net méi
Don’t look to the sky no more
– Kuckt net méi An Den Himmel
Have mercy on me
– Hu Mir Vläicht E Bësse Séier geschoss
Have mercy on my soul
– Maacht iech barmhäerzegkeet vu Menger Séil
Somewhere my heart turned cold
– Iergendwou gouf mäi Häerz kal
Have mercy on many men
– Maacht iech vill Männer
Many, many, many, many men
– Vill, vill, vill vill Männer
Wish death ‘pon me
– Wënschen Doud
Every night I talk to God, but he don’t say nothin’ back
– All Nuecht schwätzen ech Mat Gott, awer hie seet näischt zréck
I know he protectin’ me, but I still stay with my gat
– Ech weess datt hie mech schützt, awer ech bleiwen ëmmer bei mengem Paart
In my nightmares, niggas keep pullin’ TECs on me
– Am Ende gëtt Et Eng Technik An Niggas
Psychic says some bitch done put a hex on me
– Psychesch seet eng Bitch huet mech verflucht
The feds didn’t know much when Pac got shot
– D ‘ Regierung wousst net vill wéi De Pac erschoss gouf
I got a kite from the pens that told me Tut got knocked
– Ech hunn En Draach aus de Stëfter kritt, dee mir gesot huet, datt hie geklappt gouf
I ain’t gon’ spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
– Ech wäert et net ëmmer fir iech Mammefucker schreiwen
Are you illiterate, nigga? You can’t read between the lines?
– Sidd dir Analfabet, Nigger? Dir kënnt net tëscht Den Zeilen liesen?
In the Bible, it says what goes around, comes around
– An Der Bibel heescht et, wat ronderëm geet, kënnt ronderëm
Hommo shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
– Den Hommo huet mech erschoss, dräi Woche méi spéit gouf hien erschoss
Now it’s clear that I’m here for a real reason
– Elo ass et kloer datt ech hei fir e richtege Grond sinn
‘Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain’t fuckin’ breathin’
– Well hie getraff gouf wéi ech getraff gouf, awer hien otemt net verdammt
Many men
– Vill Männer
Many, many, many, many men
– Vill, vill, vill vill Männer
Wish death ‘pon me
– Wënschen Doud
Lord, I don’t cry no more
– Här, ech kräischen net méi
Don’t look to the sky no more
– Kuckt net méi An Den Himmel
Have mercy on me
– Hu Mir Vläicht E Bësse Séier geschoss
Have mercy on my soul
– Maacht iech barmhäerzegkeet vu Menger Séil
Somewhere my heart turned cold
– Iergendwou gouf mäi Häerz kal
Have mercy on many men
– Maacht iech vill Männer
Many, many, many, many men
– Vill, vill, vill vill Männer
Wish death ‘pon me
– Wënschen Doud
