Перевод песни Gang Starr - Just to Get the Rep

[Hook:]
Stick-up kids is out to tax!
Stick-up kids is out to tax!
Stick-up kids is out to tax!
And this is how the story goes.

[Verse 1:]
Brothas are amused by others brothas reps,
But the thing they know best is where the gun is kept,
‘Cause in the night you’ll feel fright,
And at the sight of a four-fifth, I guess you just might
Wanna do a dance or two,
‘Cause they could maybe bust you for self or with a crew,
No matter if you or your brother’s a star,
He could pop you and jet without a getaway car.
And some might say that he’s a dummy,
But he’s stickin’ you and takin’ all of your money,
It’s a daily operation,
He might be loose in the park or lurking’at the train station.
Mad brothas know his name,
So he thinks he got a little fame from the stick-up game,
And while we’re blamin’ society,
He’s at a party with his man,
They got their eye on the gold chain that the next man’s wearin’,
It looks big, but they ain’t starin’,
Just thinkin’ of a way and when to get the brotha,
They’ll be long gone before the kid recovers,
And back around the way he’ll have the chain on his neck,
Claimin’ respect just to get a rep.

[Hook:]
Stick-up kids is out to tax!
Stick-up kids is out to tax!
Stick-up kids is out to tax!
And this is how the story goes.

[Verse 2:]
Ten brothas in a circle had the kid trapped,
The one with the hoodie said, “We’ll hurt you
If you don’t run all your jewels and pay,
Give up the Rolex watch or you won’t see another day!”
See, they were on the attack,
And one said, “Yo, you wanna make this to a homicide, rap?
Make it fast so we can be on our way,
Kick in the rings and everything, okay?”
The kid was nervous and flinchin’,
And little shorty with the .38, yo, he was inchin’
Closer and closer, put the gun to his head,
Shorty was down to catch a body instead
Money, was scared so he panicked,
Took off his link and his rings, and ran frantic,
But shorty said, “Nah!” pulled the trigger and stepped,
It was nothing, he did it just to get a rep.

[Hook:]
Stick-up kids is out to tax!
Stick-up kids is out to tax!
Stick-up kids is out to tax!
And this is how the story goes.

[Verse 3:]
The rep grows bigger, now he’s known for his trigger finger,
Rollin’ with troops of his sons like a gangster figure,
He’s near the peak of his crazy career,
His posse’s a nightmare, mackin’ jewels and crazy gear,
But as we know, the things we do come back,
And shorty’s not peepin’ others are schemin’ to counteract,
‘Cause the kid that got shot didn’t perish, so
He pulls up in a Jeep with tinted windows,
Too late, shorty was caught in the midst,
His time ran out, his number came up, and that’s it,
You know the rest, so don’t front, the plan has been upset,
Some brothers gotta go out just to get a rep.