[Hook: Maxim & Tarek]
Stab in the throat, stab in the stomach
Stab in the back, in the ass too
Pull out the knife again, stab in the leg
Push through the skull and go in again
Stab in the head, stab in the ears
Stab in the chest, drill into the heart
Give one more stab, we'll stab your life
You're wrong, we have stabs for everyone
[Part 1: Maxim & Tarek]
Stab with scissors, no guns
In the face with the Uzi, die with honor< br/>Kill with pride, kidnap opponents
Cast feet in concrete, liquidate homes
Study gang signs, plan raids
Run over children, drive-bys without lanes
We recognize each other through colors , recognize us through scars
Only stop shooting when we're loading
You have to carry your children away when our shots hit
Kick us in the nuts and stomach to protect our enemies to chase away
No accusations because no one dares anymore
Look at me askance and you crazy eat dust
I am the kingpin, hold your chin up to me
My gun is gold-plated , because I'm in
I sell the white gold
I'm the Mack because you want the shit
I sell ecstasy, I'm the last Gee
Opponent? Chop them up and decompose them
In their own juice, RFG is suffering, spast
Rap is shit, stabbing is our passion
[Hook: Maxim & Tarek]
Stab in the throat , stab in the stomach
Stab in the back, in the ass too
Pull out the knife again, stab in the leg
Press through the skull and go in again
Stab in the head, stab in the ears
Stab in the chest, drill into the heart
Give one more stab, we'll stab your life
You stab wrong, we have stabs for everyone
[Part 2: Maxim & Tarek]
I have three children, five cars, a bull's neck
I have three wives, ten guns and no interest in fighting
Take cover, my steel won't miss a second time
Every enemy godfather ends up on the torture stake
You'd better not do that, you'll make a fool of yourself
You want to fight, bitch, and you'll get stabbed
I'll take it ' to my chest everyone who isn't in the trees by three
And even they will be untied on the spot
Tarek, what's going on? I'm chilling on opium
Yo, Maxim, what's going on? I aim at the podium, shoot the president
I don't give a shit about politics
Where are they please? There is war in our ghetto
You are complicated deep, we are rednecks on principle
We are the bosses, what we say happens
I have opium poppy forests on my roof and I water them
Make money and give it to the community
BMWs, I tune them, Mercedes, I tune them
We fear in Versace and you in Karl Kani
We are rich, fine gangsters - always elegant
We're chilling at your door with the *papapapapam*
[Hook: Maxim & Tarek]
Stab in the throat, stab in the stomach
Stab in the back, in the ass too
Pull out the knife again, stab in the leg
Push through the skull and go in again
Stab in the head, stab in the ears
Stab in the chest, drill into the heart
Give one more stab, we'll stab your life
You stab wrong, we have stabs for everyone