Joe Black - Usual Suspects [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Squeeks]
They callin' me the boss, no he ain't Ricky
See me on my blocks and you know I gets busy
I ain't gonna stop 'til I get a quarter milli'
Running from the cops, will I make it out the city?
I'm feeling like I'm Biggie, literally I'm skinny
High up in the sky cos I'm smoking on the sticky
Joe dropped the top, man he got me moving shifty
I don't wanna smoke up, ain't shit pretty
Man I keep shit really
This is on my life
I been through the pain, nigga's see it in my eyes
I ain't gonna change for the women or the ice
When I ever leave the game, if I got to sign
Me, Blacks and Benny, way ahead of time
I clapped off the semi, watch you men all fry
You better step aside or you better get a life
Catch you on my strip nigga, what you selling white?
[?] just for telling lies
Pussy you a snitch, you're never gonna ride
I'm smoking on a spliff, when I let it sky
Yeah I'm gonna ride 'til the end of time (Squeeeks)
And that's on my own
If it ain't' about money then I never leave my home
Yeah I'm moving funny when I'm speaking on the phone
Lee hooked me up so I'm sleeping with the chrome
Yeah I bring it home, and that's for my team
It's in my blood, I can feel it in my genes
I do it for the thugs, the ones that's getting cream
All my niggas that bust the machine
Yeah I get cream, niggas say dirty
I been a little bad boy yute since nursery
I ain't trying be on the blocks when I'm thirty
But I gotta hit them shots cos I'm thirsty

[Joe Black]
Listen
They calling me the boss, Joey's like Ricky
Catch me on the motorway, blowing on the sticky
Fiends want the peng so they phoning up Ricky
Squeeks got the cheese stinking out the whole city, really
I remember when I never had no lunch money
Then I went out of town and got that [?] money
Little fraud money, Focus, Ford money
Then the pussyo feds took it all from me
So I started from scratch
Built a new strip, made the youngens graft in the flats
I just sat back, flipped, and went hard in the tracks
Be honest with yourself fam
Who's harder than Blacks?
Real talk, going against me is suicide
Because I'd lose my life, before I lose my pride
We're due to be up next, it's true that we does this, the usual suspects
The kush that I'm smoking is so peng
I grind hard fam but I ain't' trying to go pen
I write bars on my BB, no pen
Fam I'm just trying ball [?]
Cheese in my spliff, henny' in my cup
Thinking 'bout my niggas that got 20 from the judge
Pour a little liquor out in memory of my thugs
Who ain't with us no more, they're in Heaven up above
I'm in the concrete jungle, full of snakes and rats
That's why as much as I love the hood, I hate the flats
I spend money on grub, then quickly make it back
I'm seeing high profits, and I ain't paying tax
Squeeks is a beast, I suggest you don't play with Banks
Realionaires out soon, you can hate on that
Done with the days of running round waving straps
The games about to change, man, watch it fade to Black