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The Message [Turkish translation]
The Message [Turkish translation]
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The Message [Turkish translation]

[Verse 1]

Fake thug, no love; you get the slug CB4 Gusto

Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though

You freak niggas played out, get fucked and ate out

Prostitute turned bitch I got the gauge out

Ninety-six ways I made out, Montana way

The Good-F-E-L-L-A Verbal AK spray

Dipped attache, jump out the Range, empty out the ashtray

A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay

Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns

Regulate with my Dunns

Seventeen rocks gleam from one ring

Yo, let me let y'all niggas know one thing

There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King

The highlights of living, Vegas-style roll dice in linen

Antera spinning on Milleniums twenty G bets I'm winning em

Threats I'm sending em Lex with TV sets the minimum

Ill sex adrenaline, party with villians

A case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny

Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it

Diamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock - I lace em

Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs

Way out of formation it's horizontal how I have em

Fucking me in the Benz wagon

Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon

Grab your gun it's on though

Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight

With the broke Mac it won't spray right

Don't give a fuck who they hit as long as the drama's lit

Yo, overnight thugs bug cause they ain't promised shit

Hungry-ass hooligan, stay on that piranha-shit

[Refrain]

I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death

I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testing

[Verse 2]

I peeped you fronting, I was in the Jeep sunk in the seat

Tinted with heat, beats bumping

Across the street you was wilding

Talking bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine

Laying up, playing the yard with crazy shine

I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked him

What was he thinking on my corner when it's pay me time

Dug em you owe me cousin something told me plug him

So dumb, felt my leg burn then it got numb

Spun around and shot one heard shots and dropped son

Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come

Then they came asking me my name, what the fuck

I got stitched up and went through

Left the hospital that same night, what

Got my gat back, time to backtrack

I had the drop so how the fuck I get clapped

Black was in the Jeep watchin all these scenes speed by

It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one

That clown nigga's through,blazing at his crew daily

The Bridge touched me up severely, hear me

So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours

Be lighting L's sipping Coors on all floors in project halls

Contemplating war niggas I was cool with before

We used to score together, Uptown copping the raw

But a, a thug changes and love changes

And best friends become strangers, word up

[Hook]

Y'all know my steelo

There ain't an army that could strike back

[Outro]

Thug niggas

Yo, to them thug niggas getting it on in the world you know

To them niggas that's locked down

Doing they thing surviving yaknowmsaying

To my thorough niggas New York and World wide

Yo to the Queensbridge Militia

'96 shit, The Firm clique

Illmatic nigga It Was Written though

It's been a long time coming

Y'all fake niggas, trying to copy

Better come with the real though

Fake ass niggas yo

They throw us slugs we throwing em back, what

Bring the shit man, live man

Fuck that son

Nine-six shit

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