Hello, Gang

Mama is cooking couscous in the kitchen, ah (ah-weh)
Again, I'm dealing with the (?) of the police (ah-weh, weh, weh)
Holiday in Bolivia, Germany jersey (hrrs)
(?) you're being tortured by G's like Rüdiger (wah, yes)
I get up and look in the mirror (weyo)
Can't wait to weigh the Ot
They take out their phone and take snaps (ah-weh)
But their scale reads 0.7 (Gang)
The cop asks: "Where were you?", now I need an alibi (ah-weh)
But they know that I deliver Sel3a, stable magazine (ah-weh, weh, weh)
One pull and he flies, Aladdin, you get slapped by a few Arabs
I worship no one but Rabbil Alamin

You thought you were a gangster for a moment
Throw fifty things on the ground and you run for me
I'm on the street without a back, I don't need that
Left-right, watch his nose break

Who is real? Who is fake? Who is rich? (Who?)
Who stabs at Mashkal? (Yes) Who distributes the fillings? (Tell me, who?)
Crack, Pepp, Sniff, Haze, everything goes here, Akhi
Make cash, press way as fast as possible
Who is real? Who is fake? Who is rich? (Who, who, who?)
Who stabs at Mashkal? Who distributes the fillings? (Gang)
Crack, Pepp, Sniff, Haze, everything goes here, Akhi
Make cash, press way as fast as possible

Knocker from Chopa like Conor
Always loose in joggers
Hare claps evil like Tokat
Eyes, as if I'm from Cambodia
Phone constantly ringing (brr)
Customers wake me up, go out (pah, pah, pow)
Then come home in the evening with a bundle of twenties
Six-three, G-Code (Gang), six-three, G-Flow (Gang)
As I said, my nigga, I'm active in Binks for the junkies (Gang, Gang, Gang)
Six-three, G-Code, six-three, G-Flow
Into the store, out, Mindy in the belly (pah, pah)
In, out, fuck your iced-out (pow)
Niggas in the hood, everyone wants their plus
Amcas know, I'm a fox
Still they search under pressure, look (Gang)
Drink my mix comfortably
See the cop's looks
Cop-Killa, a voice says: "Give him two hundred stitches" (pow)

You thought you were a gangster for a moment
Throw fifty things on the ground and you run for me
I'm on the street without a back, I don't need that
Left-right, watch his nose break

Who is real? Who is fake? Who is rich? (Who?)
Who stabs at Mashkal? (Yes) Who distributes the fillings? (Tell me, who?)
Crack, Pepp, Sniff, Haze, everything goes here, Akhi
Make cash, press way as fast as possible
Who is real? Who is fake? Who is rich? (Who, who, who?)
Who stabs at Mashkal? Who distributes the fillings? (Gang)
Crack, Pepp, Sniff, Haze, everything goes here, Akhi
Make cash, press way as fast as possible

Storm into the scene quite relaxed in joggers (heh)
Take your stuff with a nine-revolver (give it)
If you make a few pranks, you eat a few Tokats (pat, pat, pat)
Rashos from Hemshof play with fire
Nique la police, because my brother is currently serving time (free)
Booty trip, narcotics, kilos from Madrid (wah, yes)
If they catch you, don't answer any questions (never)
For betrayal, you'll be tortured in the car (pow, pow)
Before the judge, I don't name any names (pow)
For traitors, there is no mercy (never)
Stabs in the chest until he stops breathing
Send him to his grave a farewell card (pow)

You thought you were a gangster for a moment
Throw fifty things on the ground and you run for me
I'm on the street without a back, I don't need that
Left-right, watch his nose break

Who is real? Who is fake? Who is rich? (Who?)
Who stabs at Mashkal? (Yes) Who distributes the fillings? (Tell me, who?)
Crack, Pepp, Sniff, Haze, everything goes here, Akhi
Make cash, press way as fast as possible
Who is real? Who is fake? Who is rich? (Who, who, who?)
Who stabs at Mashkal? Who distributes the fillings? (Gang)
Crack, Pepp, Sniff, Haze, everything goes here, Akhi
Make cash, press way as fast as possible

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