Refrain: Ich hab nichts gegen Gangsta Rap, ich hab nichts gegen Gangster die rappen, im Gegenteil, mann, ich lieb den scheiA? doch zu viele von den Jungs
geht an alle die major rap act kollegen die denken sie haben nen deal und seien der mack nur deswegen, wir müssen alle weiter dues bezahlen, denn rap
als auf beats und raps Doch da scheiß ich jetzt drauf, ich hab jetzt bock zu flowen und jeder begreift es, jeder der reif ist, und jeder der weiss das rap
Traduction: Malédiction. Gangsta Rap.
money money money money [DANCE BREAK] [EMCEE AND GIRLS (In Canon)] If you haven't any coal in the stove And you freeze in the winter And you curse
been swervin' and servin' the whole U-S (ah) The Remi' and the Bourbon be burnin' my chest (uh) S-F we the best, middle finger to the rest The rap game
sind, fuhl dich einfach pudelwohl. Du bist der Grund, dass ich solche Klassiker hor, wie zum Beispiel Rap presentieren, von Azad und Curse[?], doch erst wenn man Rap
instead, Let's sing it out. [Chorus] [Verse 3:] So one day, when it's all said and done, My life will be the bluest rap song ever sung, My verses will be curses
time to plot retreats Niggaz shiver and die Multiple rounds found laced In his body and face Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all traces Criminal tactics the rap
to my first born, feel me .. My words to my first born .. My words to my first born [2Pac] Since my very first day on this earth, I was cursed So I
to me [Lady Levi] Oh, you tink life is yours? Life ain't na somethin you can rap with Ooh come na ordinary game Da game na somethin you can rap with
You ain't gotta spot this Y'all playin' a volley game I write a rap spit fire like plower planes Dangerous type connection 7L E to the S it's a rap ring
keep em a pot of the sweetest cheeba Nigga y'all... Y'all know who that is... (Bone Thugs) Them niggas that sing, them niggas that rap They got everybody
tell me (why) tell me (we die) Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it From in my soul to every word that I curse with all the agony expressed
bird beating my wings to the pulse of nature Scaring spiritual devils while evoking the maker Is it wrong for me to curse in the name of right Is it wrong
bowels out of him Whichever comes first, for better or worse He's married to the game, like a fuck you for Christmas His gift is a curse, forget the
backwards for you all you do is laugh Cause that aint good enough you expect me to fold myself in half Til I snap Dont think I'm loyal All I do is rap
