You only feel great in a team and in a full magazine Because a few shots in your direction, no, they don't kill you But you run duped all your life But you run duped all your life You only feel great in a team and in a full magazine But I spit on such a person Because a few shots in your direction, no, they don't kill you But you run duped all your life You only feel great in a team and in a full magazine But I spit on such a person Because a few shots in your direction, no, they don't kill you But you run duped all your life I'm back again and believe me, without mercy I get my chop And my brother is not a vegetable dealer just because he packs garlic Offer my people rap again on end level Run bengel, dribble easily, a new trend dealer My things like a lion or like pirates Because I always clear my things with a left hook Don't talk Achi, broken street like a pothole Your brothers only stand behind you when the ball comes frontally Always with the raised head in every situation Because I carry every scar on my body with honor And go away with your politics, I don't lay open cards Because I have a born poker look With a line I can end your career I finish all the herrings in the ground like camping And we both easily bring a few songs again While the others work with bottles, bam You only feel great in a team and in a full magazine But I spit on such a person Because a few shots in your direction, no, they don't kill you But you run duped all your life You only feel great in a team and in a full magazine But I spit on such a person Because a few shots in your direction, no, they don't kill you But you run duped all your life You punk, do you want to talk to me? Put on a mask I walk past you and clear out the cash register Drive up the roof with the load elevator Laugh loudly while I walk over the roof terrace What kind of behavior is that? Your father should be ashamed To give your upbringing in the hands of a slut All facts, have to hunt you down So safe and brutal, better not to imitate *** your life, bro, I'm surviving, bro Forgive and survive, everything breaks out in tears, bro So come to me, Hazelle man Get yourself overhandicapped to 50 cents, mini man And that the punch has now sat down Is like your father, who has forgotten you for 16 years Oh ***, you are really to be pitied And you are also without a broad back You only feel great in a team and in a full magazine But I spit on such a person Because a few shots in your direction, no, they don't kill you But you run duped all your life You only feel great in a team and in a full magazine But I spit on such a person Because a few shots in your direction, no, they don't kill you But you run duped all your life You only feel great in a team and in a full magazine But I spit on such a person Because a few shots in your direction, no, they don't kill you But you run duped all your life You only feel great in a team and in a full magazine But I spit on such a person Because a few shots in your direction, no, they don't kill you But you run duped all your life