Tekst :

[After about a minute of mixing]
[Bomb explosions, gun shots]

(You know what you be?)

[Fatal]
You be like the type that come at me
And shoot one at me,
Tryna set it,
Then get another nigga to dead it
Outlaws we trol heat
Ya cold feet remain frozen
As Hussein show thieves
That got our own name stolen
I m Hussein,
Flyin down 95 in two lanes
Wearin fitted and blue chain
The one out of these two thangs
Hustle or be hustled,
Tussle and these tough
They sheaths hunt you down
When you around and ya knees buckle
Popped up, whopped up, glock cocked up
An got ya cop shot up,
Came to shook shop up
I took money, gave em horror
Recruit crooks for me
Keep my finger on strap,
Til the gat looked ugly
I mash fast illy
G-packers get bagged silly
We pack mac millis
You know the science for that
These niggas tryna rap
When I spit it like I m committed
Wid triple and double digits
Bag whatever bubble wid it
All y all gon do is be talkin while I walk
Wid the war you ball way
Either way you playin ya partner
Watch me bop down ya block
Wid my suit and chocolates
On some Deathrow Pac shit
Outlaw Khadaf shit, I got this,
I let you know you playin yourself
Ain t seein a damn bit ah coke
You might be bangin yaself
Talk that crew shit,
I m knowin already who ain t gon do shit,
Pack one nasty new wid, a lil bit of blue shit
Confucious, run deep from Jerz,
Right off clue shit
Makaveli shit still bangin
Y all shoulda knew this

Y all niggas gon ride or die

Tell me what you saw that was so bad
Tell me all the reasons
Why you made me so sad
I wish that I was like you,
And I m sorry that I m not
At least I still have hope,
I guess that...

Every tree and every stone
Every rushing wind that moans
They sing Your praise
My God, they sing Your praise
Every star and open sky
Tell of Your glory divine
They shout Your praise
They shout Your praise, yeah

You’ve stolen my heart
Yes, You have!
You’ve stolen my heart
Yes, You have!
You’ve wiped away the stains
And broke away the chains
Yes,...

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, I know niggas wit honor and will
That ll still crush the blow up and then pass they mama the bill
So I ma always be able to burn my strip
cause my bags be stuffed and I burn my tips

So bring it on

You do your best to write off my name
Try to control me but that s gonna change
If you look closer you ll know what i mean
You ll see the girl become a machine

I ll squeeze you, unease you, I ll freeze you
Alarm you, disarm you, I ll charm you
I ll...

Ungeschickte liebesbriefe

Und wir tanzten im Schnee vergang nes Jahr
der Mond funkelte sanft in deinem Haar
und es tut auch kaum mehr weh
wenn ich alles vor mir seh
als ob s letzte Nacht gewesen sternenklar

deine Haut und Stolz bleibt mir schon lang nicht...