Big Scoob - Dead-A-Man [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

***Sorry if I messed this up (it's my first try)... so here it goes:***



[Intro - Krizz Kaliko]
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But I should have been dead!

[Verse 1 - Big Scoob]
I'm a beast from the streets, I'm sweaty and breathing hard
I'm peeping in thru the window, he's slipping puffing cigars
Sipping on some brandy, it's dandy just for a moment
He flaunted now I want it, I plotted and got up on it

Breathing like a deamon ?Poseidon, then? start my evening
I'm thingking 'bout my heathens, I'm ?feeding? so I ain't leaving
Destruction as a bust in! Yelling loud and cussing!
Looking like the devil gripping metal, I ain't bluffing!

Take me to the money, ?viola? just like I told ya
Playing with me only gonna make cock an explosion
Soldier, told ya first time that ya met a nigga
Play the game fair or regret you ever met me nigga!

--- [Hook] x2
[Big Scoob]
On a mission out hunting, I'm vicious and look suspicious
Best believe me when I tell you "I will!"
Let me do it, I can do it, been thru it but nigga, really?!

[Krizz Kaliko]
I should have been dead!
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[Verse 2 - Big Scoob]
Moving slow, sitting low, we've been hunting all night
On a mission with precision, bout to take this nigga's life
Only bright nigga played me for a large sum of cash
Hope it's worth it, when this choppa get to sing it to his ass!

With this bullets singing past, cutting holes thru his ass
I forget alotta shit, but I remember all my ????
Let it pass, been a year now, I bet he think I'm soft
He was playing checkers, it was chess that I was tought

I'm strategic so believe it, every nigga that has wronged me
Either finished briething or one evening, he won't be!
I wished that is was different and I didn't had to kill for bread
But this the life I chose, when he shows this nigga's dead

--- [Hook] x2 ---


[Verse 3 - Big Scoob]
God's karma man, these niggas let me have it, I was slipping
I was going off to liquor... hell alrighty I was tripping
Chasing pussy like a rooky and I know I'm out of bounds
Papered-up and flamed-up, nigga showing I'm ?a hound?

All I heard was spittin rounds, from the chop I know the sound
Heard the zing and saw the blades trying to lay me down
Took for cover so I ?scrubble?, trying to keep from passing out
Doing a hundred on the block, I'm in and out, I'm blacking out

Called the homies and the ?missles?, just in case I didn't make it
Want revenge and I can taste it! I was praying that I made it
I didn't ask for forgiveness, I still had to handle bidniss
So as God is my witness, I can tell you why I'm living

--- [Hook] x2 ---