Jay Biggz - 500 Eazy [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

500 Eazy man. Eazy Street. Ayo, I hear niggas talking like where I'm at... This what I tell 'em


[Verse]

Capitol Heights, live in the flesh
Rhyme at my best
Nine in your chest
All my life, I'm dying a rep
I owe the hood my first platinum plaque for raising me right
17-16 everyday of my life
You see the Pike at the top of the hill?
Every other day, niggas getting shot or get killed
211 on the block or just chill
See the blues in the street? Not the roads, that's the cops in the field
Looking for the dead nigga attached to 8 slugs
Yeah sonskee, it's like that... Niggas can't love
You know a bitch-nigga snitching
Did I mention forensics is bullshit cause I left prints on some fences?
It's off the hinges, never defenseless
Hit up your henchmen with shots like I hold syringes
So who pretending?
So the fuck what I dropped 250 on a house in Clinton? Let's keep it moving
Do it really matter where I'm from?
Either way, I am the illest out of Mary-land
The spitting image of Jesus if there was one
Mag's Jam Master Jay, I'm Reverend Run
So niggas that's talking shit, I'ma bury 'em
I treat hoes like kicks, I need a pair of 'em
Dirtiest player in the game, Ric Flair with guns
Go ahead and make comparisons
Wayne, Juelz, T.I., who you wanna say I sound like?
I flow like Water Boy, watch yourself, I drown mics
Past getting my feet wet, youngin straight overdoes it
Lean niggas without the Robitussin
I slaughter any beat I touch, I cobra clutch it
In total control of this shit, no holding buttons
And I make bread easy, babe... A loaf is nothing
I'll blow that just for show, I'm stunting cause more is coming
Silly hoes trying to get me for half, go home with muffins
Sitting in the Rover touching, she blushing, I poke her stuff in
Trojan busted, but she praying she got me... So close, it wasn't
How it feel to hope for nothing? I'm cold like frozen tundra
So what I need ice for, unless it's in the bucket
That they bring bottles in? If not, then it's fuck it
We gon drink like we ain't got stomachs; feeling queazy, mane
500 so Eazy mane