[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] [诗歌1 ： Joell奥尔蒂斯]

My real name, my rap shit 我的真名，我的首rap

No made up nigga, I’m straight up, nigga 无由黑人，我是直线上升，兄弟们

Still in the projects where I came up, nigga 尽管如此，在项目中我想到了，兄弟们

On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten, getting my weight up, nigga 在支架做十套十，让我的体重了起来，兄弟们

I’m no shooter, but my shooters’ll have your brain exposed 我不是射手，但我的shootersll有你的大脑暴露

But I’ll shoot five in a second, homie, and break your nose 但我会拍五第二，亲密，打破你的鼻子

Talking past, I’m dead ass, I was living 说到过去，我已经死了的屁股，我的生活

Life fast with my pistol in the grass 快速的生活与我在草地上的手枪

Digging in my ass tryna finish up the last 在挖我的屁股tryna完成了最后的

So I can sit it in a stash 所以，我可以坐在它在存储

Old E. sweat dripping from the bag 旧E.汗水袋滴落

Milk crates sitting on the ave 牛奶箱坐在大街

While I’m looking left and right for the niggas with the badge 虽然我在寻找左，右与徽章的黑鬼

My mom’s dishes really had crack on ‘em 我妈妈的菜真的有破解的时间

12 12s and I kept that shit packed for ‘em, yeah they came back for ‘em 12 12S和我不停的狗屎包装的他们，是的，他们回来了时间

I can paint it so vivid cause I really lived it 我可以画这么生动的，因为我真的住这

If rap fail, I stack bail, and show you how to get it! 如果说唱失败了，我叠保释，并告诉你如何得到它！

   

[Hook: Royce da 5'9"] [钩：劳斯莱斯大59 “]

I’m in the club, bottle in my hand doing my two step 我在俱乐部，瓶子在我手里做我的两个步骤

While I got my gun in my pants, call it the hammer dance 虽然我得到了我的枪在我的裤子，把它锤舞

Bitches dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun 母犬跳舞了一个黑人，当他们觉得枪

I tell ‘em we’re doing the hammer dance 我告诉时间，我们正在做的锤子舞

Two steppin’ with my weapon on me 两个垫脚与我对我的武器

You good? I’m just checking, homie 你好吗？我只是检查，亲密

Fam-a-lam, you don’t stand a chance FAM- A-林，你就没有机会

While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance 虽然我得到了这把枪在我的裤子做我的锤子舞

   

[Verse 2: Crooked I] [诗2：歪一]

In these LA times, I wake up on one 在这些洛杉矶时报，我醒来在一个

House slippers and coffee, I know the paper gon’ come 众议院拖鞋和咖啡，我知道纸坤来

I drop shit that make the gangstas go dumb 我把狗屎，使帮派分子去哑巴

Keep a bad bitch naked like my waist with no gun 随身携带一本坏婊子裸体像我的腰，没有枪

I’m for real, how are you? 我是真实的，你怎么样？

Got street power, from the Watts Towers to Howard U 得到街道力量，从瓦塔霍华德ü

How would you become me? I don’t do what you cowards do 你怎么会变成我？我没有做什么，你做懦夫

Flip a thousand pounds of that sour dies’ in a hour, dude 在一个小时内，花花公子翻转一千英镑的酸味模具“的

I’m out my muh’fuckin’ mind 我走了我的muhfuckin 心灵

Fuck a punchline, salute my muh’fuckin’ grind 他妈的一个点睛之笔，敬礼我muhfuckin 磨

Ditching feds on the regular, they’re trying to catch a predator 在常规开沟联邦调查局，他们正试图赶上捕食者

Not the Chris Hansen type, but the Danny Glover kind 不是克里斯·汉森类型，但丹尼·格洛弗样

I’m a killer, everybody know I body your audio 我是一个杀手，大家都知道我的身体你的声音

When a shotty blow, say goodbye to your barrio, you maricon 当shotty打击，告别你的巴里奥，你maricon

You don’t think that I’m about this 你不认为我这个

Ice grill, nigga, put your money where your mouth is 冰烤，兄弟们，把你的钱在你的嘴

   

[Hook] [钩]

   

[Verse 3: Joe Budden] [第3节：乔巴登]

My real name, my rap shit 我的真名，我的首rap

Fuck with Chase, but the real bank is the mattress 他妈的大通，但真正的银行是床垫

Money ain’t new to me, been getting G-stacks 金钱对我并不陌生，已经得到G-栈

Since Smoove B took his shawty back from rehab 由于Smoove乙带着美女回从修复

Knife work with me, but the chrome is extra 刀和我一起工作，但Chrome是多余的

Case I’m in the same taxi as the bone collector 情况下，我在同一个出租车作为骨收藏家

Y’all rappin’ ’bout models, I get hounded by ‘em 你们都说唱时间回合模式，我得到追捕“

Not a killer at all, I’m just surrounded by ‘em 没有一个杀手可言，我只是包围时间

Just a real nigga, straight from my mother’s stomach 只是一个真正的黑人，直接从我妈妈的肚子里

Ain’t enough cloth for all of us to be cut from it 是不够的布对我们所有人来说，从它被削减

Not decided by who toast led 受谁领导敬酒不决定

Cause all of us would be angels for Pujols’ bread 引起大家的是天使的普荷斯面包

Lot of hostility, hollering is killing me 敌意地段，喊叫是我的命

Screaming “Over my dead body,” like it’s not a possibility 尖叫着“我死了， ”就像是没有可能

On my Jers’ bullshit, never mind me 我JERS “废话，没关系我

But if it’s ever problems, niggas know where to find me 但是，如果这是有史以来问题，黑鬼知道在哪里可以找到我

   

[Hook] [钩]