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Tell ’em Kendrick did it, ayy, who showed you how to run a blitz?
– Sot hinnen, Kendrick huet et gemaach, ayy, wien huet iech gewisen wéi Ee Blëtz mécht?
Tell ’em Kendrick did it, who put the West back in front of shit?
– Sot hinnen, De Kendrick war et, wien huet de Westen erëm Virum Schäiss gestallt?
Tell ’em Kendrick did it, ayy, I’m trippin’ and I’m lovin’ it
– Sot hinnen, Kendrick huet et gemaach, ayy, ech stierzen an ech hunn et gär
Tell ’em Kendrick did it, like, wha—
– Sot hinnen, Kendrick huet et gemaach, wéi, wat—
Hi, have you ever been a joint and you know it?
– Salut, waart dir jeemools E Joint an dir wësst et?
Have you ever had to flip your unemployment?
– Hutt dir jeemools Är Aarbechtslosegkeet ëmgedréint?
On the dead guys, nigga, I ain’t goin’
– Op déi doudeg Kärelen, nigger, ech ginn net
Ayy, on the dead ones
– Ayy, op Déi Doudeg
We’ll treat an enemigo like some bread crumbs
– Mir behandelen e Feind wéi E Puer Broutkriibs
All of my killers on go, like, who said somethin’?
– All meng Mäerder Sinn Ënnerwee, wien huet gesot wat?
Redrum, all I think about when I see heads come
– Redrum, alles wat ech denken wann ech Käpp gesinn kommen
Do my dance, hit the chop when I see opps go
– Maacht mäin Danz, schloe De Schlag wann ech gesinn datt oppps goen
Let ’em claim it, we the ones who really pop, bro
– Loosst se et behaapten, mir déi, déi wierklech Popen, Brudder
Don’t televise it, we the ones who lettin’ chops blow
– Transfert et net Op Der Tëlee, mir sinn déi, déi Kottletten blosen loossen
Opps know, let ’em piss him off and it’s a flop show
– Opps, dir wësst, looss hatt hien opreegen an et Ass Eng Flop Show
Murder man, singin’ murder music off a murder van
– Mordmann, sangen Mordmusek vun engem Mordauto
Beat the pussy up like I been celibate and I murder sound
– Spank d ‘ Muschi wéi wann ech celibat wier an ech Kill Geräischer
Who is him? One and only shotta, known as murder man
– Wien ass hien? Eng an eenzeg Shotta, bekannt Als Mordmann
Catch you doin’ dirty, it’s no other way but murder plans
– Fang iech dreckeg ze maachen, et gëtt keen Anere Wee wéi Mordpläng
I broke her heart and you the type to go and fix it
– Ech hunn hiert Häerz gebrach an dir sidd Deen Typ deen et fixéiert
Don’t wanna speak if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ticket
– Ech wëll net schwätzen wann dir net iwwer Keen Ticket schwätzt
I’m bougie with it, but I might just let you kiss it
– Ech Sinn Bougie domat, awer ech kéint iech just kusse loossen
Hit that block with diamonds on me, you could tell ’em Peysoh did it
– Hit De Block mat Diamanten op mech, dir kënnt hinnen soen Datt Peysoh et gemaach Huet
Tell ’em Peysoh did it, ayy, who showed you how to run a blitz?
– Sot hinnen, Peysoh huet et gemaach, ayy, wien huet iech gewisen wéi Ee Blëtz mécht?
Tell ’em Peysoh did it, who put the West back in front of shit?
– Sot hinnen, De Peysoh war et, wien huet de Westen erëm Virum Schäiss gestallt?
Tell ’em Peysoh did it, ayy, I’m trippin’ and I’m lovin’ it
– Sot hinnen Peysoh huet et gemaach, ayy, ech stierzen an ech hunn et gär
Tell ’em Peysoh did it, like, wha—
– Sot hinnen, Peysoh huet et gemaach, wéi, wat—
Hi, have you ever been a joint and you know it?
– Salut, waart dir jeemools E Joint an dir wësst et?
Have you ever had to flip your unemployment?
– Hutt dir jeemools Är Aarbechtslosegkeet ëmgedréint?
On the dead guys, nigga, I ain’t goin’
– Op déi doudeg Kärelen, nigger, ech ginn net
Hop out suicide doors, it’s the Hitta, man
– Spréngt aus De Suiziddieren, Et ass D ‘ Hitta, Mann
You don’t wanna see them doors slidin’ on the Caravan
– Dir wëllt net gesinn Wéi D ‘ Dieren op Der Caravan rutschen
I know killers who was catchin’ bodies and not one fade
– Ech kennen Mäerder déi Läiche gefaangen hunn an net eng verschwannen
I was thirteen up at Avalon, poppin’ chains
– Ech war dräizéng an Avalon, Ketten platzen
Fourteen, ridin’ minibikes with some dead friends
– Véierzéng, Fuert Mini Vëloen mat e Puer doudege Frënn
Twenty-one, flag on my head like a Taliban
– Eenanzwanzeg, Fändel op mengem Kapp wéi En Taliban
Twenty-five, feelin’ like the box, it was full of sand
– Fënnefanzwanzeg, ech hu mech wéi D ‘ Këscht gefillt, si war voller Sand
At the cemetery, fuck that, that’s where I could’ve been
– Um Kierfecht, schrauwen et, do hätt ech kënne sinn
142nd, I’m connected like I’m Rosecrans
– 142., ech sinn ugeschloss wéi Wann Ech Rosecrans wier
Kinda shit I seen, try and forget and I will pop a Xan’
– Iergendwéi Schäiss, déi ech gesinn hunn, probéiert et ze vergiessen an ech wäert En Xan popen
Uppin’ scores, doin’ files, sacrifices like a boxing ring
– Punkten ze sammelen, Dateien ze Maachen, Affer ze Maachen wéi E Boxring
Can’t throw in the towel, pistol-packin’ since a child
– Ech kann D ‘ Handduch net werfen zënter ech E Kand war
Ayy, like it’s Iraq, shooter name Hussein
– Ayy, Wéi wann et Den Irak Wier, Sagittarius Heescht Hussein
Ridin’ with the dirty blicky, switchy, make a new flame
– Caa-caa-caa-caa-caa-caa-caa-caa-caa-caa-caa-caa-caa-caa-caa-caa-caa-caa-caa-caa-caa-caa-caa-caa-caa
She said I been a dog all my life, bae, can you change?
– Si sot, ech war mäi ganzt Liewen En Hond, bae, kënnt dir änneren?
True to my religion, Cuban links, more than two chains
– Trei menger Relioun, kubanesch Glidder, méi wéi zwou Ketten
Tell ’em Hitta did it, ayy, who showed you how to run a blitz?
– Sot hinnen, Hitta huet et gemaach, ayy, wien huet iech gewisen wéi Ee Blëtz mécht?
Tell ’em Hitta did it, who put the West back in front of shit?
– Sot hinnen, Hitta war et, wien huet de Westen erëm Virum Schäiss gestallt?
Tell ’em Hitta did it, ayy, I’m trippin’ and I’m lovin’ it
– Sot hinnen, Hitta huet et gemaach, ayy, ech stierzen an ech hunn et gär
It’s gettin’ down to the wire
– Et geet op Den Drot
Get on my Bob the Builder shit, get down with the pliers
– Ech sin Also an Daat Gebai gaangen.
Been comin’ back-to-back hits, how this nigga ain’t tired?
– Dir hutt Hits hannertenee gespillt, wéi ass dësen Nigger net midd?
I’m with some rockstar bitches, they want Lizzie McGuire
– Ech si mat e Puer Rockstar Bitches, si wëllen D ‘ Lizzie McGuire
I’m switchin’ gears, I pop the clutch, I’ll send a nigga up
– Ech wiesselen op, ech maachen D ‘ Kupplung op, ech schécken en Nigger héich
A risk-taker, I’ll call you niggas’ bluff
– High-Risiko Gruppen gehéieren, Ech nennen Iech Niggas Bluff
If they hangin’ out for real, we come deduct, tuckin’ tails, they out of luck
– Wann dir wierklech hänkt, komme mir ofzéien, schwänz stiechen, dir hutt kee Gléck
When it’s wartime, they hidin’ in the cut
– Wann Et Krich ass, verstoppt iech Am Schnëtt
Y’all had y’all chance, y’all couldn’t do it
– Dir hat är Chance, dir kënnt et net maachen
I swear I’m comin’ worse than y’all baby moms, I’m puttin’ niggas through it
– Ech schwieren ech komme méi schlëmm wéi hir Puppelchen Mammen, ech ginn Duerch Niggas
They hate to see me doin’ it
– Si haassen mech doriwwer ze gesinn
Meal ticket, I’m pursuin’ it
– Liewensmëttel kaart, ech verfollegen et
I’m in the field for real, UCLA Bruins
– Ech si wierklech Um Terrain UCLA Bruins
They askin’ how I do it, how a young nigga so fluent
– Dir frot wéi ech et maachen, wéi e jonken Nigger sou fléissend ass
I kept my mouth closed and I ain’t never leave no witness
– Ech hunn de Mond zougemaach an ech wäert ni En Zeien hannerloossen
D.O.A. up on the scene, tell ’em YoungThreat did it, nigga
– D. O. A. Op Der Bühn, sot hinnen datt déi jonk Bedrohung et gemaach huet, nigga
