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6 foot da jussa ni
Rehnda barrel'a moohre taneya
Mere purkhe dasde ne
Ni mein ladan layie hi baneya
Jeone to maarne tayi
Ni mein kamm jaanda' saare
Meinu Vairi Kehnde ne, 47 ni Muteyaare
Mere Vairi Kehnde ne meinu 47 ni Muteyaare
Uhh
Sick, thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on making money but
You stuck on these fake bitches
I stay blunted and never frontеd and
I doubt if I do cause if I did then I'd get
Bеat up by f*cking crew
A real nigg* since you figure
That you ready to box
You catch knots from my nigg* Freddie Foxxx
Uh, you don't really want none from 'Pac
Cause I be strapped with a Glock
And throw thangs like I'm born to pop
I hit this motherf*cking gin and I be all in
Hell yeah, young nigg* straight balling
And everybody wants to see if I'm a G
Weighing 165 and I'm high till I f*cking die
Thug Life in this motherf*cker catching wreck
Big Stretch hit me off when I hit the set
But now I'm cool cause I'm tipsy and I feel a
nigg* tryna see if I'm a killer, come on
Meinu Vairi Kehnde ne, 47 ni Muteyaare
Mere Vairi Kehnde ne meinu 47 ni Muteyaare
Uhh
I got seven Mac-11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the sh*t's never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer
And them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion
The yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
Huh, that's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head
Took the bread and the lamb spread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give MCs the runs dripping
When I throw my clip in the AK
I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony
Montana sniff the yayo
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God I'm dropping sh*t like a pigeon
I hope you're listening
Smacking babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
'Cause if you sit still
I'm gonna make your f*cking sh*t spill
And I'm talking 'bout buckets
Why did I have to do it?
Sadat said f*ck it, you got a gun
nigg* bust it
'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya
Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper
Signing off is the hardcore rap singer
AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigg*
Meinu Vairi Kehnde ne, 47 ni Muteyaare
Mere Vairi Kehnde ne meinu 47 ni Muteyaare
Uhh
Couple apnas, couple karleh
Yeah, I just blew a chase from the mameh
(oh gone) harami karla with his army (army)
Zooti and glassy in my party (glassy)
Moosewala and Mist, what the rahted (aah)
Pull it out and bark it, at the target
Still get busy with the strizzy, I'm a artist
(aah)
All the way to the bank, yeah, I'm laughing
Raule na' naal jurhde ne
Sun saah' loka da sukda
Din jaap to shuru hunda
Aa ke paap te mithiye mukkda
Baki puchi akhbara to
Ni mein ki a mere baare
Meinu Vairi Kehnde ne, 47 ni Muteyaare
Mere Vairi Kehnde ne meinu 47 ni Muteyaare
The lyrics of "Pac-Man Ate My Donut's song 01" reflect a blend of raw authenticity, bravado, and streetwise storytelling. The opening verses paint a picture of a hardened individual who has faced challenges and enemies but remains steadfast in their determination to overcome any obstacles. The reference to being called "Vairi" and "47 ni Muteyaare" signifies being labeled as a foe or adversary, suggesting a sense of defiance and resilience in the face of adversity. The lyrics convey a sense of pride in one's heritage and a willingness to fight for survival and success, with a hint of rebelliousness and a refusal to back down.
The following verses delve into themes of street life and the harsh realities of surviving in a tough environment. The rapper boasts about his weaponry, including a wide array of guns, showcasing a dangerous and unpredictable lifestyle. There is a sense of struggle and conflict in these lines, as the singer navigates a world filled with violence and illicit activities. The references to Biggie Smalls and MC Hammer add a layer of cultural and musical influence, highlighting the rapper's roots and influences in the hip-hop industry.
As the lyrics progress, the intensity and aggression escalate, with vivid descriptions of confrontations and a sense of urgency in the delivery. The narrative shifts between braggadocio and introspection, touching on themes of loyalty, betrayal, and the constant threat of violence. There is a sense of defiance and defiance against those who would challenge the singer's authority, as well as a streetwise wisdom in the rapper's approach to survival in a hostile environment.
The closing verses bring a mix of swagger, confidence, and defiance, culminating in a defiant declaration of strength and resilience. The repetition of "Meinu Vairi Kehnde ne, 47 ni Muteyaare" reinforces the notion of being targeted and underestimated but ultimately proving one's worth and strength. The lyrics capture a blend of bravado and vulnerability, showcasing the complexities of street life and the determination to rise above adversity. Overall, the song combines gritty storytelling with a powerful delivery, offering a glimpse into the gritty realities and survival instincts of the singer.
6 foot da jussa ni
I am tall, stand as a giant
Rehnda barrel'a moohre taneya
Keeping the barrel full of bullets
Mere purkhe dasde ne
My ancestors tell me
Ni mein ladan layie hi baneya
That I am born to fight
Jeone to maarne tayi
From living to dying
Ni mein kamm jaanda' saare
I can do all tasks
Meinu Vairi Kehnde ne, 47 ni Muteyaare
My enemies call me 47 not killed
Mere Vairi Kehnde ne meinu 47 ni Muteyaare
My enemies say I'm invincible
Sick, thicker than most of these tricks
I'm sick, stronger than most
I got my mind on making money but
Focused on making money
You stuck on these fake bitches
You're stuck on fake people
I stay blunted and never fronted and
I stay real and never fake
I doubt if I do cause if I did then I'd get
I doubt myself, if I did, I would be attacked
Be beat up by f*cking crew
Be beaten by a group
A real nigg* since you figure
I'm real, since you think
That you ready to box
That you're ready to fight
You catch knots from my nigg* Freddie Foxxx
You'll face consequences from my friend
I got seven Mac-11's, about eight 38's
I have multiple weapons
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the sh*t's never end
Various guns, the supply is endless
You can't touch my riches
You can't reach my wealth
Even if you had MC Hammer
Even if you had great strength
And them 357 bitches
And the ruthless individuals
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion
Biggie Smalls, the rich, with luxurious lifestyle
The yacht
The yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
Two places for drugs and guns
Huh, that's how I got the weed spot
That's how I established the drug location
I shot dread in the head
I shot an intimidating person
Took the bread and the lamb spread
Took the money and luxuries
Moosewala and Mist, what the rahted
Associating with Moosewala and Mist
Pull it out and bark it, at the target
Take it out and attack the target
Still get busy with the strizzy, I'm a artist
Still active with the gun, an artist in violence
All the way to the bank, yeah, I'm laughing
Enjoying the way to the bank
Raule na' naal jurhde ne
Connected with the chaos
Sun saah' loka da sukda
People's gossip fades away
Din jaap to shuru hunda
The day starts with prayers
Aa ke paap te mithiye mukkda
Sins eventually get punished
Baki puchi akhbara to
The rest asked through newspapers
Ni mein ki a mere baare
What do they say about me
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