Текст и перевод песни b.u.g. mafia - VII Sau Morți

VII Sau Morți

Sa ma prezint, sant Uzzi, direct din Pantelimon,
Nu vreau altceva decat sa-ti dau doua gloante-n cap.
Poti sa fii smecher, doar atata stiu sa fac,
S-omor, sa-mpusc, sa fur, sa ft, sa trag.
Nimeni nu se-ntreaba de ce traiesc asa,
Nimanui nu-i pasa daca nu vei mai scapa,
Toti va intrebati daca v-arunc in aer,
De asta sa fiti siguri, mama n-a crescut un fraier.
Multi din voi ar vrea s-auda acea vorba mareata,
Cu care baga-mi-as pa gaborii te'agata
"Uzzi, esti arestat, imi bag pa-n ma-ta"
Si toti baietii dupa circa, din parnaie tot in ma-ta.
Peste tot sant cautat, criminal pe 97,
In piscina cu femei, sau condamnat la moarte.
Peste tot e poza noasta, sub ea scrie "vii sau morti",
Nimeni nu poa sa ne opreasca asa ca prinde-ne daca poti.
Nu ma face sa te-mpusc... c-am sa te-mpusc, stii foarte
Nu ma face sa te-mpusc... c-am sa te-mpusc, stii foarte
Nu ma face sa te-mpusc... am sa te-mpusc, stii foarte
Gabori, huse... (Sisu: fata ta de prost imi inspira multa ura.)
Direct din Socului la microfon sant eu borfas.
Ra-ta-ta-ta, Caddy mafiotu.
Pentru gabori si dusmani sant tot timpu pregatit,
Am ganu cu mine pentru ca stiu ca-s urmarit.
Multi vor recompensa, multi vor sa ne pedepseasca,
Dar asa cum spune Uzzi (vor sfarsi cu-n glont in teasta).
Caci nimeni nu poate acuma sa se puna-n calea noastra,
Degeaba v-agitati borfasii-s deasupra voastra.
In tara albastra, huse cu casca,
Cu planuri de doi lei n-o sa ne prinda niciodata,
Ce facem, facem cu cap, de aia nu santem dupa gratii,
Poate o sa ne prinda, dar niciodata vii.
Stiu ca toti ar vrea sa ne puna-n cap trancanu,
Caci Mafia si Cartelul sant cei care fac banu.
Pentru gabori si dusmani, parsivi si bulangii,
Ne doare despre voi fix, la doi metri-n fata plii.
Sant cu fata la pamant, baga-mi-as pa-n mama lor, nici nu imi trece prin gand sa ma predau.
Fara sa ma bat
Stau cu mana pe arma rece si ii iau pe rand in cap.
S-au strans toti, afara, o gramada de politisti,
Mai mult ca-n 13-15 iunie '90 in Bucuresti.
Asa ca haideti, sa-i dam drumul,
Va iau pe toti in cap, rand pe rand, unu cate unu,
Ca la popice, va imprastii pe trotuar,
Ei bine, ati aflat ca nu e de jucat cu Mr. Juice...
Ai grija floare albastra, mai bine stai in banca ta.
Degeaba bagi gloante in mine, nu imi pasa,
Nu m-asteapta nimeni, n-am nici casa nici nevasta.
Si nu mai vorbi prostii, ca ma-nveti cum sa ma port, tot te ft in gura, viu sau mort.

VII Dead or Alive

Let me introduce myself, I'm Uzzi, straight outta Pantelimon,
All I wanna do is put two bullets in your head, girl.
You can act tough, but that's all I know how to do,
Kill, shoot, steal, fuck, and pull the trigger.
Nobody asks why I live like this,
Nobody cares if you don't make it out alive,
Y'all wonder if I'll blow you up,
Be sure of this, mama didn't raise no fool.
Many of you wanna hear those mighty words,
The ones the cops use to bust your balls
"Uzzi, you're under arrest, fuck your mother"
And all the boys after the precinct, from jail straight to your mama.
I'm wanted everywhere, criminal on the 97,
In the pool with women, or condemned to death.
Our picture is everywhere, under it says "dead or alive",
Nobody can stop us, so catch us if you can, baby.
Don't make me shoot you... 'cause I will, you know it well
Don't make me shoot you... 'cause I will, you know it well
Don't make me shoot you... I will, you know it well
Cops, handcuffs... (Sisu: your stupid face inspires so much hate in me.)
Straight outta Socului, I'm the thug at the mic.
Ra-ta-ta-ta, Caddy the mafioso.
For the cops and enemies, I'm always ready,
I got my gun with me 'cause I know I'm being watched.
Many want the reward, many want to punish us,
But like Uzzi says (they'll end up with a bullet in their head).
'Cause nobody can stand in our way now,
No use struggling, the thugs are above you.
In the blue country, cops with helmets,
With their two-bit plans, they'll never catch us,
We do things smartly, that's why we ain't behind bars,
Maybe they'll catch us, but never alive.
I know everyone wants to put the cuffs on us,
'Cause the Mafia and the Cartel are the ones making the dough.
For the cops and enemies, snakes and scumbags,
We don't give a damn about you, two meters ahead, boom.
I'm face down on the ground, fuck their mothers, surrendering ain't even on my mind.
Without a fight?
I hold my cold gun and take them out one by one.
They all gathered outside, a bunch of cops,
More than in Bucharest on June 13-15, '90.
So let's do this,
I'll take you all out, one by one, like bowling pins,
I'll scatter you on the sidewalk,
Well, now you know you don't mess with Mr. Juice...
Be careful, blue flower, better stay in your lane.
Shoot me all you want, I don't care,
Nobody's waiting for me, I got no home, no wife.
And stop talking nonsense, trying to teach me how to behave, I'll still fuck you in the mouth, dead or alive.