Bolzplatz-Style, auf dem Feld gibts keine Regeln
Ich hab' fünf Liter Wodka und mein Körper am vibrieren
Das ist alles was ich brauche für den Tag
Scheiß doch mal auf Pumpen, Mann, der Wodka macht mich stark
Wieder zu besoffen, kein Benehm'n
Ganzer Kasten Tyskie im System
Gästeliste wird nicht mehr vergeben
Keiner meiner Brüder kann mehr steh'n
Denn ich komm' und starte den Payback, schieß' dir durch dein Torso, du Fake-Ass-G
Geübter Schuss und die Hühnerbrust ist im Eimer, so wie bei KFC
Ich bediente die Stammkundschaft mit Hasch und Speed aus dem Handschuhfach
84er-Jahrgang, hinter blauen Augen für Kampf gemacht
Die Legacy ist wie Panzerglas, du siehst sie niemals angekratzt
Ihr seid wie mein handgeschneiderter Suit – der breiten Masse gut angepasst
Ich tick' Drogen an den Spast vom VICE-Magazin
Er will zwar kein Heroin aber Weiß mag er ziehen
It’s so tight, he think he slipped in my butt
I don't swallow Plan B, I just swallow the nut
This bitch said I'm the next big thing
Bitch, shut the fuck up and suck this big thing
Bratan läuft, Para und Erfolg
Gestern war'n die Platten grau, heute sind sie Gold
Heute sitzen wir im Benz, gestern zu sechst in einem Golf
Doch der Bratan bleibt der Gleiche, ich weiß gar nicht, was ihr wollt
Bin Stammspieler wie Benzema, roll' im Benzer, Bra
Zahl' den Benzer bar, 160k
Bitches tanzen vor der Kamera
Capital aus Ukraine und nicht Drake aus Kanada
Baby gave me mad face without the attitude
She gon' do it all for Chanel and Jimmy Choo
I'm the type to spend a bag on a handbag
Doesn't mean that we involved, she just gotta brag
Niggas lookin' up to me like I made it
I was down, you ain't care, now I'm up and they hate it
I hate waitin', but I had to be patient
Anything I did, I had to be the greatest
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table
That's what you get when you misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and you lose every cent
The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin
I give an order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the border
And get far like a shootin' star
'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar
First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst
I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse
Rae got it goin' on, pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'ma get mad deep like a threat
Blow up your project, then take all your assets
In particular my beats travel like a vortex
Through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
Light is provided through sparks of energy
From the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind
My deadly notes reign supreme, your thought is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and crafts, paragraphs contain cyanide
Take a free ride on my thought
I got the fashion catalogs for all y'all to all praise due to God
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses
Can't define how I be dropping these mockeries
Lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, when he dies in his own iniquity?
My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?
In the front, in the back, Killa Beez on attack
My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?
Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats
Here I go, deep type flow
Jacques Cousteau could never get this low
I'm cherry bombin' shits… boom!
Just warmin' up a little bit, vroom vroom
I got beef with commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth
Lampin' in a Lexus, eatin' beef
Straight up and down, don't even bother
I got 40 niggas up in here now who kill niggas' fathers
Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk
Phony niggas are outlined in chalk
Well, I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire
Rap styles vary and carry like Mariah
Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation
Like the Emancipation Proclamation
Compton Crip niggas ain't nothin' to fuck with
Bompton Pirus ain't nothin' to fuck with
Compton éses ain't nothin' to fuck with
But they fuck with me, and bitch I love it
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck
Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man
See, I just want him to have an easy life, not like Yeezy life
Just want him to be someone people like
Don’t want him to be hated all the time, judged
Don’t be like your daddy that'd never budge
And I’ll never let him ever hit a strip club
I learned the hard way, that ain’t the place to get love
My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous
And more deadly than the stroke of an axe
Choppin' through your back
Givin' bystanders heart attacks
Remember the words you told me
'Love me 'til the day I die'
Surrender my everything
'Cause you made me believe you're mine
Yeah, you used to call me baby
Now you're calling me by name
Fight so dirty, but your love so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
Late night devil, put your hands on me
And never, never, never ever let go
I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted
I thought about our last kiss, how it felt, the way you tasted
It hurts to know you’re happy and it hurts that you moved on
It’s hard to hear your name when I haven't seen you in so long
Been thinking about you lots lately
Have you been feeling empty beds just like me?
You look so perfect standing there
In my American Apparel underwear
And I know now that I'm so down
Your lipstick stain is a work of art
Go on and light me like a cigarette
Even if it might be somethin' you regret
Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young
I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six
How am I gon' post bail? Just look at my wrist
Tell me, why the legends always gotta die quick?
Run up 30 in a week
I just fuck her I don’t keep
.45 Under the pillow
45,000 in the sheets
I just been married to double cup
I got to pour me a four inside another liter
I been done ride through another nigga city
I got a brand new Draco with me
Clip got thirty-three, Scottie Pippen
If you don't like the way I rock, then finish your glass of wine
We fight and we argue, you'll still love me blind
If we don't fuck this whole thing up
Guaranteed, I can blow your mind
I see in blue, I see in blue, I see in blue
Oh, when you see everything in red
There is nothing that I wouldn't do for you
'Cause you got inside my head
I see the moon, I see the moon, I see the moon
Oh, when you're looking at the sun
I'm not a fool, I'm not a fool, not a fool
No, you're not fooling anyone
Call it love and devotion
Call it a mom's adoration, foundation
A special bond of creation, hah
For all the single moms out there
Going through frustration
Come on, come on, turn the radio on
It's Friday night and I won't be long
Gotta do my hair, I put my make up on
It's Friday night and I won't be long
In our own little world
The music is the sun
The dancefloor becomes the sea
Feels like true paradise to me