Mosa - Siouxnami Tales [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Lillo Brancato Jr. & Chazz Palminteri]
Is it better to be loved or feared?
That's a good question, it's nice to be both
But it's very difficult. But if I had my choice
I would rather be feared... Fear lasts longer than love

[Verse: Mosa]
I spit tales of my city, where everyone raps
And everyone goes claiming they packin' .50's
Or deuce deuces, true shit, your a poor trooper
All of your rhymes are fake, plus your a sore loser
You can't handle the heat, the pressure, they feelin' my message
In other words you foldin' under pressure, I strive for competition
That nigga Swift don't understand competition, nigga, but it's okay
These niggas tellin' me "Yo Mosa, it's your day, it's your time
Little nigga spit your rhymes."
Gon' and keep your circle tight, keep your circle small
Even if these niggas admire you, don't fucks with them at all
Cause niggas will fuck with you on your come, but when you come up
They fuck your funds up, but that's just the everyday nigga born and raised
In the Sioux
And mothafucka look me in my eyes and tell me who knew
A Siouxnami nigga would come up!