DeDa (US) - Nasty Scene [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1: Deda
Protect yourself if you feel that you're flamin' and rainin'
But I'm gainin' on your whole style of gamin'
Aimin' for the head this time, and I'm dead up
Straight up; I'm fed up, lookin' for the set up
I'm ready for the brawlin'
But this stallin', so what's up?
I'm callin' you out, put up or shut the fuck up
Fakin' the funk is your M.O., I do a demo
Twist up the L, make it sell with the stem-o
Call up a shorty; snatch up a forty
On the way to the rest; bumpin the Quest
True, right, so if you know act like it
But keep it to yourself before a nigga gets excited
Please don't be misguided, you bited
And I'ma have to diss ya, understand Mister?
I've takin' no shorts in the 95 year, so
A Nasty Scene might cost a little green

Hook (x4)
I wonder do you love it enough?
And my mentality is money-orientated

Verse 2: Deda
Ayo, Peep this, some niggas is brained washed, they're not MCs
They had themselves to believe all these fantasies
So plan to see a lot of me in your writin' days
My ? is ? cause I assist you out this little phase
Crime pays in the ghetto; call me Hot Metal
Undo the Devil, step into the next level
A rap rebel doing damage on the double
To a crowd or a couple; seeking, speaking trouble
Bust a bubble on the humble, but major like murder
Makin' moves on grooves, breakin' laws and jaws of fools'
On a mission like that day ??
My box play and rewind, I feel the bass line
Rippin' the tune, another child of the moon
So meet your doom, as the flavor nigga boom
It's like that for sure, in this game I got the high score
A Nasty Scene might cost a little green

Verse 3: Deda
Legitimate, so lets get right down to the nit
The grit, the original 16 Hits
Incredibly quick to bust your dick
Rollin' mad thick with my cypher, my clique
I figure some niggas might front you know
Feeling they oats, poppin' shit on the low
But keepin' on riffin and mumblin' you end up rumblin'
Trippin' n' stumblin'.. Ha!
I got the whole 9, but I'm not fumblin'
You'll get sacked like Jack, came tumblin'
Down the motherfuckin' hill, for real
And when he lands at the bottom I'll be waitin' there to stomp him
In or out, you know what I'm about
I'm talkin' with ends, I got friends in high places
The loot, it got a tight grip on others
So, a Nasty Scene might cost a little green