Give It Up
REM DIGGA Lyrics


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MC как дух стопка, в низинах социума
Движется неспешно жизнь, напряги ты слух только.
Где жуть-жопа, дурь-кока, шлюх много.
Сигнальный шум копов, в ебальник с двустволки!

Это мой ад, брат! Глянь, брат - град зла.
Смрад, мрак, грязь, мат, дрянь, бря!
Мой стафф-стайл рожден здесь, он бить в кость.
Для всех стай, брат, большой рэп - big boss!

У меня 500 сил, я кучу бойцов слил.
Не нагнетайте, опусти лучше лицо, сын.
Я - имя улиц, дух трех табачных дымных булей.
В гнилом баре. Мой бравый, дикий улий.

Устроим лихо бы, на стреме каком ты - Биггер, вырос.
Каракули стен городов - rertro star, single finges.
Под басы Трам Диггера что цепь пока чуйский бэк.
Сукам и псам - всем, всем, всем, руки вверх.

Мы здесь, чтобы ты не залип. Give it up.
Чтобы ты не залип. Give it up.
Мы здесь, чтобы ты не залип. Give it up.

Мы здесь, чтобы ты не залип. Give it up.
Чтобы ты не залип. Give it up.
Мы здесь, чтобы ты не залип. Give it up.

You can't fuck witch ONYX and Rem Digga
Better be rolling deep, police, 10 niggas
Better be bringing heat, at least 10 triggers
Stick 'em for the rubles, at least 10 figures

Better keep it moving, so k.i.m., niggas
It's cold in Russia, gotta get them Timbs bigger
Get blast like an e-mail, don't make me send niggas
Shot, scope, swish, don't even hit the rim, nigga

Yo, I, crack your fifth and fill it to the brim, nigga
Act like a bitch, I catch you on a whip, nigga
Anywhere, anytime, just tell me where, nigga
You'll be lyin', stop the cryin', you can't win, nigga

I show you the truth as lights get dimmed, nigga
It's not make-believe, it's not make pretend, nigga
Sticky Fingaz, crim dollar, crib nigga
Hit you up and serve you to my nigga Rem Digga

Мы здесь, чтобы ты не залип. Give it up.
Чтобы ты не залип. Give it up.
Мы здесь, чтобы ты не залип. Give it up.

Мы здесь, чтобы ты не залип. Give it up.




Чтобы ты не залип. Give it up.
Мы здесь, чтобы ты не залип. Give it up.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of REM DIGGA's song "Give It Up" depict a rough and violent lifestyle on the streets. The first verse talks about the dangers of society, such as drugs, prostitution, and the police. The second verse is more aggressive, as the rapper claims to have 500 men under his command and challenges anyone who dares to cross him. The chorus "Give it up" is a warning to those who might want to challenge the rapper's authority. The third verse features a guest appearance from Sticky Fingaz and Crim Dollar, both members of the hip hop group ONYX, who add their own tough and menacing verses.


The song's lyrics showcase a grim and violent world, where power and strength rule supreme. The use of profanity and slang creates a vivid picture of the streets, but also adds to the aggressive tone of the song. The idea of a commanding figure in the underground world is not new to rap music, but REM DIGGA's delivery and flow make his presence felt and his threats seem real.


Line by Line Meaning

MC как дух стопка, в низинах социума
As an MC, I am poised and observant, navigating through the lower levels of society.


Движется неспешно жизнь, напряги ты слух только.
Life moves slowly and deliberately, so pay attention and listen closely.


Где жуть-жопа, дурь-кока, шлюх много.
This is a place of danger, drugs, and prostitutes.


Сигнальный шум копов, в ебальник с двустволки!
Police sirens are everywhere, and I'll shoot them in the face with a double-barrel shotgun!


Это мой ад, брат! Глянь, брат - град зла.
This is my hell, brother! Look around - it's a city of evil.


Смрад, мрак, грязь, мат, дрянь, бря!
There's nothing but filth, darkness, and decay here.


Мой стафф-стайл рожден здесь, он бить в кость.
My rap style was born in this place, and it hits hard.


Для всех стай, брат, большой рэп - big boss!
For all the gangs out there, I'm the boss of the big rap.


У меня 500 сил, я кучу бойцов слил.
I have 500 horsepower, and I've defeated a lot of fighters.


Не нагнетайте, опусти лучше лицо, сын.
Don't provoke me - lower your head and respect me.


Я - имя улиц, дух трех табачных дымных булей.
I am the name of the street, the spirit of three smoking tobacco pipes.


В гнилом баре. Мой бравый, дикий улий.
In this rotten bar, I reign like a brave and wild bee colony.


Устроим лихо бы, на стреме каком ты - Биггер, вырос.
Let's have some fun, you grew up trying to be a big shot.


Каракули стен городов - rertro star, single finges.
The graffiti on the city walls is like a retro star with single fingers.


Под басы Трам Диггера что цепь пока чуйский бэк.
When the bass drops from my music, it hits you like a punch in the back.


Сукам и псам - всем, всем, всем, руки вверх.
To all the bitches and dogs out there - hands up!


You can't fuck witch ONYX and Rem Digga
You can't fuck with ONYX and Rem Digga.


Better be rolling deep, police, 10 niggas
You better have a big crew with you if you're gonna mess with us and attract the attention of the police.


Better be bringing heat, at least 10 triggers
Bring your guns, at least 10 of them.


Stick 'em for the rubles, at least 10 figures
Rob them for their money, at least 10 million rubles.


Better keep it moving, so k.i.m., niggas
Keep moving or you might get caught, so keep it moving, my niggas.


It's cold in Russia, gotta get them Timbs bigger
It's cold here in Russia, so I need bigger boots to stay warm.


Get blast like an e-mail, don't make me send niggas
I'll send my boys to blast you like an email, so don't make me send them.


Shot, scope, swish, don't even hit the rim, nigga
My aim is so good that when I shoot, it'll go straight in without even touching the rim.


Yo, I, crack your fifth and fill it to the brim, nigga
I'll open your bottle of alcohol and fill it to the top.


Act like a bitch, I catch you on a whip, nigga
If you act like a bitch, I'll catch you in your car and punish you.


Anywhere, anytime, just tell me where, nigga
I'll meet you anywhere, anytime - just tell me where.


You'll be lyin', stop the cryin', you can't win, nigga
You'll be lying on the ground, crying, and you can't win against me.


I show you the truth as lights get dimmed, nigga
I'll reveal the truth as everything gets dark.


It's not make-believe, it's not make pretend, nigga
This is not a fantasy, it's not fake - it's real.


Sticky Fingaz, crim dollar, crib nigga
Sticky Fingaz, Crim Dollar, and I come from the same neighborhood.


Hit you up and serve you to my nigga Rem Digga
I'll shoot you and then give you to my boy Rem Digga.


Мы здесь, чтобы ты не залип. Give it up.
We're here to wake you up and snap you out of it. Give it up.


Чтобы ты не залип. Give it up.
Don't get lost in your own thoughts. Give it up.




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@4Dwooorld

MS as the spirit of runoff in the bottom of society
Life moves slowly, strain you rumor of current
Where the horror, ass, crap, cocaine, a lot of whores
Signal noise of the cops in the shotgun
This is my hell, brother. Look, brother, hail of evil
Stench, gloom, dirt, mat, rubbish, brya!
My stuff - style, born here he beat in the bone
For all the flocks, brother, big rap - big boss
I have 500 strength, I poured off a bunch of fighters
Do not whip you, but lower your face better, son
I am the name of the streets, the spirit of three tobacco smoke boules
Gukovo, soaring, my brave wild hive
We’ll make famously takeaways with those on whom you, wigger, have grown
Doodle City Walls - Fredro Starr, Sticky Fingaz
Under the bass and the drum of Digger, which is as flimsy as Chuysky peck
Bitches and dogs, all, all, all hands up!



All comments from YouTube:

@Ruslan_Ruslanov

2017й год, оникс читает на фоне жигулей)) лет цать назад меня бы в психушку засунули за такие фантазии

@hvlocene

Даааа, кто бы мог подумать :D

@andreysherman2060

Как только увидел эту сцену сразу об этом же подумал

@user-sr2is9sc6r

Ruslan Ruslanov что есть то есть ) это воспринимается так же как мысль что был бы жив тупак тимати с ним замутил бы трек) бред)

@Ruslan_Ruslanov

Александр Миша илиили) Паку пришлось признаться миру что он жив, лишь потому что пришлось приехать в Россию из-за желания отомстить жигану за техника.

@newsoulfresh

Ого, сами ОНИКСы пожаловали!!! Рем, ты удивил, бро! =О_о=

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@user-jv6gi2sl8b

Если бы лет 10 назад я сказал бы что Onyx будут читать в России на фоне жигулей, то меня бы в психушку упекли бы

@svoivdosku570

Если бы ты это сказал 25 лет назад, тебе ещё и пиздюльков бы дали😂

@ditsktxkyxkxkxktzt

5-утра, мне 35 -сижу не сплю , башкой качаю !!!!! Рома !!!! Лучший!!

@user-yw1cn2hl5p

Думаешь ты один тут "старый" , не угадал.

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