Pisser, look I'm taking the back exit because of cops at the front door
We're so shameless, I lack the word for it
Around eight, nine cops are standing at the door
Because I don't have rich parents, but I make sure of it
We sell Haze, we sell dust
And are almost like exchanged
Don't worry please, Mama, I take care of myself
Meanwhile, my little brother is unfortunately just like that
That's the truth, no taff, that's real life
Instead of working 7abs talking against walls
Every day I make snap, that's real life
So let's better not talk on the phone
No one here can fool me, because I know the area
Know junkies make trouble over cent amounts
For the right price a human life dies
No respect, what for legal systems, heh

Again the judge asks the question
Where does this poison on the scale come from
Where does the Benz I drive come from
Look at us, we are children of the street

Again the judge asks the question
Where does this poison on the scale come from
Where does this Benz I drive come from
Look at us, we are children of the street

Pisser, I'm always on the hunt for paper like everyone on the block
Maybe I'll sleep at my place today or maybe Gezer
Day and night until four for a few Bosstreter
This guy knows no stop, no stop signs
Hui, we all want to get out of the area
Some grew up on the street without fathers
Little kids knock their teeth out
24/7 on the street in my resume
Shit none of these boys here order pork
But the money we make has to be fast
Four Kanacken masked into the Shell
For the banknote, for the Wellensteyn
Everyone knows we do business for Mama
Business with Tille or business with Abiat
Business with Kiff-Kiff or business with Sadlat
The car I drive is definitely not from Papa

Again the judge asks the question
Where does this poison on the scale come from
Where does the Benz I drive come from
Look at us, we are children of the street

Again the judge asks the question
Where does this poison on the scale come from
Where does this Benz I drive come from
Look at us, we are children of the street

Again the judge asks the question
Where does this poison on the scale come from
Where does this Benz I drive come from
Look at us, we are children of the street

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