Bloodbath in Essen, Ruhrpaten stab
If Turmstraße could speak, it would say a hundred thousand years of prison
Seen with the mafia circle, you're sawed by butterflies
You son of a bitch, we need to talk, come to Mandalay Café, eh
I've got my deal with the street ghettos
The first protection money-free rapper, real recognize real
Narcotics in lungs, sums flow on the street
Because I pump from the source Carolinen Brunnen
Storm houses with Arabs to shoot at toys
Because your friend's best friend's best friend has a Kalash
No live performance, fear that the bikers will stalk him
Flizzy ran with bulls in the quarters, like Michael Jordan
You walk hunched outside, bum
I'm motherfuckin' untouchable, more than five thousand members
Because with me the banger groups can
Identify, just like with gang tattoos

Bang bang at the start, they want my shirt red
But still BBM sweater black
Your gang is not hard, 451 Street certified
Rock under the T-shirt the Nines
Bang bang at the start, they want my shirt red
But still BBM sweater black
Your gang is not hard, 451 Street certified
Rock under the T-shirt the Nines

La familia
NRW Saado, Al-Zein, Miri-Clan
La familia
Saw nothing, heard nothing, said nothing, all criminal

Ratatata, ratatata
Accidentally killed by a man
Ratatata, ratatata
But you won't report me

Rappers are Picos and Putas, all Dispo and Chuva
Plus they bite at French, like bistro visitors
Everyone sings like Booba, bitch, I fuck this
With stitches, until the voice of the pisser sounds like Loona
Your crew flees, you see the Uzis spray
Blood flows, she makes pew pew like Gucci Mane, eh
We can afford crimes, MS 13
Pscht, Omerta, law of silence
And Silla thinks he has a sexy slut
Tell me, are you squinting? That's a crack-pulling drag queen tranny
What "Punchlineking"? I slap your chin
And you dance after one thing like in Hotline Bling
Ha-satan in the package, mafia clan connection
What action? Nobody fucks with me and Salah Saado Essen
Break all your vertebrae, dog
Then you know it's not just the four-four
Under the belt that makes us a shitty number in the quarter

Bang bang at the start, they want my shirt red
But still BBM sweater black
Your gang is not hard, 451 Street certified
Rock under the T-shirt the Nines
Bang bang at the start, they want my shirt red
But still BBM sweater black
Your gang is not hard, 451 Street certified
Rock under the T-shirt the Nines

La familia
NRW Saado, Al-Zein, Miri-Clan
La familia
Saw nothing, heard nothing, said nothing, all criminal

Ratatata, ratatata
Accidentally killed by a man
Ratatata, ratatata
But you won't report me

In the urban jungle you're not protected from the wolves
But lions go to hell and back for me, eh
German rappers pay to mafia, the victims
But ask Salah, I only press off with Kalashnikowa
Suddenly Jacksons appear in my videos
But no thanks, no interviews with Spiegel TV, no
Behind every rapper stands an Arab
But mine doesn't talk in front of the camera
White in the jeans, here 31s are sieved
Lead flies, own justice
Dial 110, we massacre you victims with stitches
And a cop can't mediate, because only God can judge me
Ratatata, the automatic rifle scatters
God is my witness, Satan my tool
Ratatata, the café our judge
Blood of your sons for the tears of our mothers

La familia
NRW Saado, Al-Zein, Miri-Clan
La familia
Saw nothing, heard nothing, said nothing, all criminal

Ratatata, ratatata
Accidentally killed by a man
Ratatata, ratatata
But you won't report me

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