Tear Da Club Up Thugs — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Paper Chase
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Paroles
When it’s on then it’s on, it can’t be erased
Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal, we on a Paper Chase
Never wastin' em
Had a slug bug chasin' em
Spin em before they spun
The M-1, close-casin' em
Defacin em like county property
He’d die for me
Spittin' on your whole image, I rob you and make a mockery
Yo ya see that party by Haus Cucasimenas
Trife on that ass
Who better hit the ground fizast
Fuck that financially
Fatal stable satanically
Mash on your little stash niggas testin' the family
Play the eddie cane with your petty game
Breakin' ya un-ready friend when you fuck with who-freddy sein
Nigga dip off blood, I get that back and let the free fall
Hit ya with six shots, let you in bail ass hits off
Fatal Hussein, from the cradle to the grave
Tokin' like big Suge till every label know my name
And they ask 'Whats up with Yak and who shot Pac?
And who rode on you tryin' to test the block'
When it’s on then it’s on, it can’t be erased
Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal, we on a Paper Chase
What the fuck!
Those niggas bailin out of range rovers
Lucky Louisiana, lucky as a fuckin fully clothed camera boy
The cast there, hangin mother fucker sat there
Sayin now she was a tear da little homies at chess game
Dodge all my life, these niggas no good the trigger man
Fatal flaw man from another hood doin yeah
Those are the rules in this mafia race
Tear Da Club up Thugs mash down on a g-string…
When we drop
Always keep them cocked
Make them things pop
On the block
Niggas never stop
Tryin' to run cops
Out the hood, Niggas no good
Ridin' in the wood
With the grain, fatal hussein
Gonna bring the pain
Put the coo to your 40 brew
Robbers on the loose
Nothing new cuz we let em out
If we fight or shoot
All you hoes weak
And I know do you wanna roll
With these thugs livins
In the blood ghetto hesito foo
Break out artillery, hide the mother fuckin' product
Break out artillery, hide the mother fuckin' product
When it’s on then it’s on, it can’t be erased
Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal, we on a Paper Chase
Now it is time to get rough with the drama
Bitches you cannot escape from the hunter
Evil scarecrow
Devil spells go
Deep in my soul
Blood on my clothes
Criminal hands and I must squeeze a weapon
Listen to sounds of the lead when we steppin'
Infamous comes from the south territory
Listen to some of my demonic poetry
Circles of Triple Six men smokin' ganja
Ritual with dead bodies on the furniture
So many soldiers are coming to destroy ya
Six million sinister satanic warriors
Ill still, feel drill, will kill, nina-milli, flame a philly
I will fill the enemy with about twenty slugs
To the mug, one more trick in the mud quick
I want all my Tear Da Club Up Thugs to rip this shit
(fading out)
When it’s on then it’s on, it can’t be erased
Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal, we on a Paper Chase
Traduction des paroles
Quand il est allumé alors il est allumé, il ne peut pas être effacé
Tear Da Club des voyous et Fatal, nous sur une chasse au papier
Maintenant, il est temps de devenir rude avec le drame
Chiennes vous ne pouvez pas échapper au chasseur
Épouvantail maléfique
Les sorts du diable vont
Dans les profondeurs de mon âme
Du sang sur mes vêtements
Mains criminelles et je dois serrer une arme
Écoutez les sons du plomb quand nous steppin'
Infâme vient du sud territoire
Écoutez une partie de ma poésie démoniaque
Cercles de Triple Six hommes smokin ' ganja
Rituel avec des cadavres sur les meubles
Tant de soldats viennent te détruire
Six millions de guerriers sataniques sinistres
Ill encore, sentir forage, tuera, nina-milli, flamme un philly
Je remplirai l'ennemi d'une vingtaine de limaces
Pour la tasse, un tour de plus dans la boue rapide
Je veux que tous mes voyous déchirent cette merde
(fondu)
Quand il est allumé alors il est allumé, il ne peut pas être effacé
Tear Da Club des voyous et Fatal, nous sur une chasse au papier