NBS - The Select 6 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[ 50 Cal z]

#1 draft pick/ the guy who is slick
With his raps/ call this rehab
Cause ill fix ya up/ im talking to the rap game are you fucking dumb?
Anyway/ I as I was trying to say
50 cal z will murder this place
Mr. Krueger cutting your face in/ cause im the first
Rapper to curse/ bullshit!/ / that’s a fact
Number one selection in fact
I got lyrics ya neva seen
Create a gang with real G’s no bull shit/ why you trying to fuck with
The leader/ im punchin peoples hoods in
While your beating your wife wearin a wife beater
What a gangster pickin a fight/ with a bitch
Is that how you handle your business
That ain't me/ I do it myself
Cause what im doin is worth all the wealth
That I'mma get/ the select 6/ don’t suck dick
Cause we ain't fags/ but we are in the future while you’re stuck in the past
At last/ people can realize the talent
Mark your calen-der
Cause im takin a millimeter
Shootin up wack MC’s known as the whole young money
You fuckin sweet as honey/ not a sour patch kid/ but you syrup on the tree
So you better see/ 50 cal z/ grippin this mic tightly
Cause this is the first time/ I’ll still slaughter your ass for a dime
Cause im broke as fuck/ this is all I got/ but this ain't enough
The select 6 is too fuckin tough
To break/ cause haters gonna hate/ but they gonna hate it when they get locked in a cell
Drowning in their own jealously in a well/ so bitch go tell/ everyone/ that im one/ crazy
Mothafucka/ who is part of the…. SELECT 6

[Verse 2: E Straight]

I ain't the winner/I'm the champion
Won so many times/won't let me play again
I can't help it/all I do is win
Rate my cockiness/I know I'm a ten
Call me a black bear/when I ain't writin/I'm hybernatin
Try to diss me man I don't care
Cuz when it comes to rappin/it just ain't fair
Nbs shoots up and stays at the top
Knowin with our talent we won't never flop
So all you bitchin bitches better stop/I was selected number two
To this nbs crew
And now we startin to brew
Up a little magic/so our best fans are you
Now we got the select six/we gonna show our tricks
And show ya that Missouri don't create hicks
It creates me/estraight/or you could call me Mr. eazy
Cuz I rap crazy
Don't leave space between lines
Gonna make you call a mercy/you askin where's the treaty
Its aight I just fucked your sweetie
Ate her up/yea call it meaty
But don't call me sleazy
I don't rap sick like weezy
I rap I'll
I rap to kill/
Ain't afraid to dis/yea I aim to drill
I get hyped up/now it's time to chill