5th Ward Boyz - Your Life [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Who in the fuck is bussin' caps up out them bushes (damn!)
Got a nigga running and ducking thinking who the fuck could this be trying to kill me
Diving on the ground reaching for my hip strap with a 45 Glock and a extra clip
The first bullet that they shot should've hit me
But they fucked around and let that motherfucka miss me
See the first thang came to mind was to retaliate
Started bussin' caps up in them bushes with out hesitatin'
Then I duck down the shots disease but I was laying low
After busting 9 shots I still had 8 more
Looking for my enemy I dash to another spot
Sitting up in a deep sweat
Thinking "did I kill this motherfucker yet?"
Cause if I didn't then it was still on
Saying to me self "my hood's gon' be the next tombstone"
Fire three more shots I heard him (ahh) I think i got him
It's time for the Grim Reaper to come and snatch his body
I creeped around the back way, he sittin' in a pool of blood
Throwing up my set, he shouldn't fucked with this ghetto thug
Flipped him on his back I dropped my gat and started yelling
Dashin through them muddy trails fool I was belling
When I seen his face lord forbid it had frighten me
The nigga that I shot up looked exactly like me
Paranoid and nervous I woke up, everybody's laughing
Gasping for some air because I'm choking and embarrassed
Syrup in my left hand swishas I was dealing
Come to find out that weed had a nigga trippin'

[Hook]
Your life is what you owe me
Cause a bitch is what you show me

[Verse 2]
I can hear and feel the dirt falling on my casket taking drastic measures
Caught up in this madness this gangsta shit
Got a nigga stressing everyday
High until I die
Tripping off this motherfuckin' hell of fri
I'm screamin nobody to hear me call
Hell is right beneath my feet and I can see my downfall
Imagine living your life on a chrome plated triple beam
The world is trying to kill you then I wishin' for some shattered dreams
Fuck I'm in this game my life, I'm ballin' and thuggin' till the end
Motherfuck some friends cause I'm all about my ends
Everybody and their mama's out to get me, I ain't trippin though
Down from the quick give caps to the player haters and stank hoes
Jealous? Yeah I want to kill him and shoot him
He's a bitch made nigga in my book I'd like to executed him and kill him dead
I'm sick of running from the feds
These player hating niggas and bitches going to feel that led
When I hit 'em with that first spread

[Hook x4]

[Verse 3]
Picture me at my funeral
I can hear the Reverend preaching "may he rest in peace"
Feeling no more pain no more grief
See I'm going to kill you first before you kill me
One of the rules in this game is don't turn your back on that enemy
When I catch you slippin' in the in the middle of the night get your gat and get him ghost
Got that ass in focus, finna cause another comatose
Coward ass nigga feeling like your shit on swole
I can fix it to where your whole body turns cold
Buster motherfucka better be acting like you know me
So far, bitch is what you show me
When I phone up, run home and get your homies
But see, I ain't scared of none nigga though
Let my nuts swing low
Sweet cherry and I have to carry that 12 gauge
Mosberg spitting out them bukshots
Buck 'em down them blood clots
Fuckin around with E-Rocc
Bitch made nigga better stay up out my grill
Cause I'm built to kill
Running with my steel
Your life is what you owe me

[Hook x5]