Listen to me
Two, three
Free Djaga, Amsterdam

This goes out to all German rappers, what sissies you are (all)
With the jewelry you wear, you whores are missing a dress (haha)
Z-z-zweitausendvierzehn I brought (?) to the grave (Rest in Peace)
Parked my Bentley, Continental in black (hah)
T-T-Turnbull & Asser, I only wear custom shirts
All murderers, criminals, everyone's day comes
N-n-no guts, no glory
With acetone, coke becomes Borie
Everything you talk about are profane stories
Since when does someone of my kind get nervous? (When?)
You haven't solved one of my murders (eh-eh)
Have you caught one of my murderers (rrrr)
Was his body in the barrel
You haven't investigated anything, just cracked servers, wah (wouh)
Too much blood is not good for business (never)
P-watch out, what you do, or else I'll blow you away (rrah-rrah)
My killers need to know (wouh), trigger finger itching (pah, pah, pah)
Glock-19 loaded, always under the pillow

Used to be handcuffs, now a bracelet from FRED
Don't have to queue, don't have to go to work, ih-yeah
I can't see my brothers for years
And all this just for cash and fame
Went from Roley to the handcuff regime
Free my boys, won't see them for years
My boys run the street, wait for the gang, I bleed

I'm on the road so much, I'm late again
In my Bimmer coupe, eh-na-na-na
Eh-na-na, ahh, ahh
I'm on the road so much, I'm late again
In my Bimmer coupe, eh-na-na-na
Eh-na-na, ahh, ahh

Used to be handcuffs, now a bracelet from FRED
Don't have to queue, don't have to go to work, ih-yeah
I can't see my brothers for years
And all this just for cash and fame
Went from Roley to the handcuff regime
Free my boys, won't see them for years
My boys run the street, wait for the gang, I bleed
Used to be handcuffs, now a bracelet from FRED
Don't have to queue, don't have to go to work, ih-yeah
I can't see my brothers for years
And all this just for cash and fame
Went from Roley to the handcuff regime
Free my boys, won't see them for years
My boys run the street, wait for the gang, I bleed

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