Illa Ghee - On the Bklyn Side [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Illa Ghee]
I'm from the dark blocks
Up where the ball drops
And we don't 'volve cops
Cause we involve shots
Still we party in the hood like it's not hot
Steady wavy changing women like a liquor shot
Drama comes looking shy, then they reconsider
Get the picture like the link posted on your Twitter
Brooklyn niggas is a different type of nigga
I'm like a e-mail cause my flow difference delivers
Grammar like a flashlight
Life is of weed sales
And sex is the punishment
Struggles of detail
We fail to realize
The truth will affect the effect of real lives
Illa's a man first, I'll look you in the eye
My Ruger will blam first, and put you in the sky
Keep the pressure on the balls so the jewels shimmer
Illa Ghee and the rapper 'bout shooting niggas

[Hook: Illa Ghee]
It's so live living life on the Brooklyn Side
I'm going hard like (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm Brooklyn 'til the day that I die

[Verse 2: Steele]
Yeah, General Steele, I'm known for that big-head rap
That's why I get away clean when that kid got clapped
Man slaughter the beat, man I kidnap track
Continue the criminal enterprise, to get that trap
Crack his ass, why do blacks have to live like that
Try to survive the hood with rats and Satan sit on your back
You ever dance with the Devil under the pale moonlight
Have a bang-out with neighbors you knew your whole damn life
We gon' pop after school right in the broad daylight
And where the pretty Brooklyn bitches, the broads do fight
Blowing exotic, ducking the detect
Rotten apple coppers be gun-bucking on reflex
I'm from the p-jects, point guards and rejects
Some make it, some get left stretched at recess
I try to told you school's the move
If you snooze you lose then get schooled with tools

[Hook: Illa Ghee]
It's so live living life on the Brooklyn Side
I'm going hard like (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm Brooklyn 'til the day that I die

[Verse 3: O.C.]
Uh, the three b's
Be stopped, be fail, and Bushwick
What you get is three sides of a triangle
In each heart, we scarred throughout the years
Timetable, knowing these streets unstable
Survival is a head stain
Tribalism in the way we think
Behave before being slaves
Uncondition, motherfuckers don't run from gunfire
So welcome to pain
Force, the streets they desire
It be a rush living life in Brook - nah
Project halls that go
Lives lost on random floss
Bitches in the hood
Part of a hustler's ambitious slime-dicking
We all couldn't pick it
For the sake of rocking his chain
Getting hit off for paper
Baby-mamas and next-door neighbors
My birth certificate states 946
Full of the St. James from the womb to the grave
Repping Brooklyn

[Hook: Steele & O.C.]
It's so live living life on the Brooklyn Side
I'm going hard like (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm Brooklyn 'til the day that I die