Frzy - 187 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook 1: Frzy]

I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
Why don't ya stop runnin ya mouth

I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
Why don't ya stop runnin ya mouth

I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
Why don't ya stop runnin ya mouth

I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
Why don't ya stop runnin ya mouth

[Verse 1: Frzy]

See what had happen
Was I ran up on him nappin
He was slackin
I was rushing so I had to rap it up
So I told my number two
Exactly what to do
Told him Get up on that paper
And later will write it off
So
I'm sure you know
I had to go with the flow
Now I'm in his apartment
It was a studio
And yo his name was mic
Yea I think that's right
It wasn't the first I met him
So I knew I had to check him
Hit after hit
Until I opened his eyes
He saw me taking a shot
He knew he was bout to die
I Listened to 50
Knew he was on the beat
So I started to praise Hova
Knew one day that we would meet
So I staged his death
That's what happens with a black male
I tuned him out
Cause I knew he would sell
Me out
We out
And now I'm here
So putting bars in front of me
Is like music to my ears


[Hook 2: Frzy]

I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
Why don't ya stop runnin ya mouth

I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
Why don't ya stop runnin ya mouth

I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
Why don't ya stop runnin ya mouth

I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
I'm talkin
Why don't ya stop runnin ya mouth


[Verse 2: Frzy]


For the second time
I had to make em bounce
Had to pull a couple strings
Had to make my words count
Had to get on track
When I did
That was that
I killed the noise they was speaking
Metaphorically speaking
The body I left
I worked on in the room
In others eyes has now become the Skelton in the room
I called up my friend Willie
I told him I made his beat stop
He said I knew that you would kill em homie
Off top
Then I dropped
And something took over me
I knew after what I did
Y'all would be all over me
My face would be on tv
Shows and radios
Magazines for takers
Then I'd be on the paper
You probably think that I'm a monster
A fucking beast
You probably think I need a doctor
Maybe a priest
Yea well I'm different
But my minds not gone
Cause I been killing shit
You just now catching on