"During a fight between a number of men
In an Amsterdam apartment complex on
Louise de Colignystraat shots were fired
Can still be resuscitated is
An important anonymous letter
Received about the murder on lay in
The verge an automatic weapon this
Is a similar type of Kalashnikov
Almost a year and a half ago so
Was found in Amsterdam in
A the body of
An unknown man" listen to me, ah

The suppliers
They bring war from the Andes (Come)
In the Netherlands Irish gangs
With many relatives (Rrah)
Naima from Bahida just disappears
(Huh?) no body found, the TCI
He continues to grope in the dark
Jan van Zantvoort, how was that
No one can catch you? (No one)
You don't do transport
You're sleeping with the fishes
Z-z-zwenty grand - Hunting Season
I got the first million
Then my partner kills a Colombian
In Bergen op Zoom (Whoop, whoop)
More guns, more drones, more murders
More drama more worries, more cash
The Porsche wired (Brother)
Has nothing to do with
What you see in series (Ah ah)
Here every day is war
Until everyone gets life
Because we are born
To die and murder
As if there was no tomorrow
The hearts frozen, honor lost
Da da da this goes out
To all the boys behind the stove (Behind the stove)
To the radio over the sea (Radio)
For the peace between wars
That only lasts for hours
Make (You son of a bitch), he threatened my partner (Huh?)
And that's why the asshole is now dead
(Now you're gone), ah a-all people ask
(Huh?)
Where does the money come from again? (Come on)
I became a millionaire with drugs and
That without learning anything, ah
(Bra, bra)
Turn the Scorpion on, on in Borgerhout
(Brrr) bags burst, pack wads
When I buy a new Porsche
See-see only dealers and robbers
With huge revolvers (Grra, grra)
What about stress with gangs? I
Have war with the tax, ah
Everyone wants to come
But not everyone is welcome
I handle TP's with tons
In containers with seals
A-a-all internet rockers write: "Colors
Don't run" (Heh?)
Say it again, I'm outside
Carry the Kalash on man, wouh
I'll grab your daughter and wife
(Zack) first in head, then in stomach
For a double murder then back in' construction
Vo-before the big boys
May not say my name (Never)
Have from the drug swamp soldiers
Already carried to the grave (Brrr)
Je-every week one more dies
(Rest in Peace)
How many are there, no one knows anymore (No one)
We feel nothing, we do not love
I don't cry anymore

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