Juice - Who's Fucking Wit This? [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
C-Rayz took a dump in ya shrimp
J.U. Ill state, the city is mine
Breez Evahflow-er, Strong Hold number four

[Verse One: C-Rayz Walz]
Exhibit A
Party people in the place to be/B
Existing in the next level with me (where?)
In the place to see/C
Basically I bash a beast with his own billy club
Boisterously battle bullets and bust slugs
(On point)
Porcupine hugs plug Meridian
Bee high as bumble, bursting, who's buzz is the busiest?
(Y'all want it raw dawg?)
We'll give it to you skinned alive
Stabbing your license, trying to kill your drive
(Rayz will shine)
And Juice will never evaporate
Only distract MC's who are not from concentrate
At a rapid rate, decapitate and penetrate
Excited fans in the stands wave hands and hyperventilate
Now it's too late to kick that rhyme you borrowed
And I know why you can't spit, you already swallowed
I battle and release my inner stress and I ain't finished yet
Till your girl tosses my salad with balsamic vinaigrette

[Hook]
Who's fucking with this?
No one, nowhere, nothing, never
Only option you got to quit
Who's fucking with this?
Up in your bitch, got her sucking a dick
Touching her tits, got style like a bucket of Cris'
Who's fucking with this?
Snuffing your hits, crushing your chips
Leave you fucked in the desert with a bucket of piss
Who's fucking with this?
From the rifle or clip
Spit sixteen quick that'll stifle your shit

[Verse Two: Breez Evahflowin']
Your rhymes I'm not feeling
Fuck y'all fruits I start peeling
Pass jumping on the dick, y'all faggots is cartwheeling
Street dreams
XXL tales from Hell
We dwell within the trenches, still we prevail
These niggas stale like buzzard food
Shine for a time while we work the grind like "Who the fuck are you?"
Ask somebody, put up your salary
You probably got a neighbor somewhere who wanna battle me
Brother
Next of kin
Black, white, Mexican
I'm right here let's begin
Once again, Breez through the City of Winds
You know, out for a piece of the pie like Shy Uno
Mind defy, who knows
What lines are thought
Can score from half court in the rhyming sport
Leave fans wide eyed like Elijah Wood
Underground like shit that's denied in the hood

[Hook]
Who's fucking with this?
Fucking with me, Juice will leave these niggas up in a tree
Death costs, ain't nothing for free
Who's fucking with this?
You ain't fully equipped
You a let down like a bitch with ass and no tits
Who's fucking with this?
Shuffling your lips, punk you smuggling bricks
You a bitch, resort to cutting your wrists
Who's fucking with this?
Fucking with me, I'll do a whole record company G
I swear to God this is something to see

[Verse Three: Juice]
Big Juice, Mid-west, got you buzzing to this
Competition can't test cause it doesn't exist
Aye, don't get me started cause I'm loving to diss
Sober flow on some overthrow the government shit
You sell an extra 50 thou' when I jump on a disc
Okay, 25, I may be bluffing a bit
Fucking with this, smoking weed, tucking a clip
Terry bug, Carrie shrugs, say something I flip
Still blazing trees when I'm up in a six
Sick, C-Rayz and Breez, who fucking with this? (Nobody)
Shit, I get around like ya compasses get
And when I spit around my circumference is sick
And I ain't finna give these fucking record companies shit
Already killed my A&R and left him slumped in his whip
So hot the needles can't do nothing but skip
I'm Juice now what the fuck is niggas functioning with?

[Hook]
Who's fucking with this?
You ain't repping your clique, you're deflecting the clip
But we the question you be asking your bitch
Who's fucking with this?
Nicer than niggas I can force ya to name
It'll cost you your change
I did this mother off of the brain
Who's fucking with this?
Make way when we fitting to spit
You acting proud then prepare to get kicked from the tip
Who's fucking with this?
Put five in my grip, spitting led, tell me who wanna sin
Crash your six cause we bubbling sick