Ruste Juxx - Fuckin Wit A Gangster [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Ruste Juxx]
You know what crime is it, 211
Juxx 7:30 with a 357
4:20 I'd be puffin that magic
Smoking some disaster, inhaling that tragic
Ya'll know who's the best MC that's no brainer
Godzilla son blow smoke you no flamer
I've been a barbarian, haggard-ed viking
Run up on the stage stab Ya'll for the mic 'an
Commence the slaughtering, sharper than a meat cleaver
Raised in hell, ???? like a street sweeper
???? hit you with the double barrel
I put about twenty more holes through your apparel
Call me the finisher, not Mr.C
But I rep Brooklyn hard till I D.I.E
So why try me
I'm so deadly
J.U. double X R.U.S.T.E

[Interlude: Ruste Juxx]
Ya nigga, check my motherfucking record. Nobody fuckin with me. Platinum. Underground

[Hook]
You fuckin wit a gangster
Gangster niggas born to kill
Any rat niggas signing them papers sworn to squeal
You fuckin wit a mobster
Mobster niggas live the life
Screaming fuck you pay me twice
I'm that nice
You fuckin wit a gangster
Gangster niggas born to kill
Any rat niggas signing them papers sworn to squeal
You fuckin wit a mobster
Mobster niggas live the life
Screaming fuck you pay me twice
I'm that nice

[Verse 2: Ruste Juxx]
Yo I'm from Brooklyn, killah Crown Heights to be exact
Homicide, drugs and gangs is where it's at
White cops wanna pull me over cause I'm black
I ain't stoppin cause I'm strapped
With a pocket full of crack
Hideout what, fuck the gingerbread man
Come lookin for me you'd be a certified dead man
Black out like Redman fuckin with Meth
You should've been weaving a right, ducking a left
I shine brighter
Than your top five lime-lighters
You snitchin
Whole bunch of drop down crime fighters
Bitches ain't shit, niggas is worth less
"So what you do. Execute-em" what was your first guess
I'm very un-rational
A lot of suckers like to use the word "dramatical"
To make em sound radical
But why try me
I'm so deadly
J.U double X R.U.S.T.E

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Sean Price]
Fuck you and your FUBU sweater
Your cheap ass jeans and your Zulu leather
You shoot true never, I'm the son of Jor-El
Turn my toothbrush to a shank and have fun in the jail
Everything I spit is real and I mean it
Jigga payin Dwayne, I'm payin Gilbert Arenas
I don't buy work, I take it from dudes who heard wrong
Survival of the fittest, handle my business and get gone
You the shit Sean, call me El-Dookie
Pitch rock the fiend, your tight jeans Lupe
I stay to myself cause I don't like convo
I stay gettin fresh, I don't dress like Marco
Polo, in Levi's strictly
Nike's on my feet I stay O50
So fly nigga, I don't know why
Good Muslim brother, big beard no bow tie

[Hook]

[Outro: Sean Price]
Ya just for record this Sean P, Younahmean. I write all of Ruste's shit,Younahmean. If you a Ruste Juxx fan I know your a Sean Price fan, Younahmean. I'm the ghost-writer. P. And Marco kinda fly wright now, I wanna change the line, but the verse is too hot. I'm out [Laughs]