Part 1
*Knock, knock* - pull the balaclava over your head
Because hunger is great, fuck your mother on cocaine
Nose deaf, put who Diego where with
Come over, six milli is waiting for you, cousin
What kind of beef? Things are clarified differently down here
Fuck music, I'm pulling the trigger because the balls are big
10k in the trunk, Opel
About 15 million in blood money, let the LKA go crazy
Yes, you don't want any stress with the boys
Testo is spreading you, but the ball goes to the dog
There's enough space for playing around on the street - here, play!
/>If you want, four quarters, KMN team
I do everything for the family
I die and live for the family
Junkies are on the way to a few lines
At night because crystal destroys families
Bridge
Heart of stone, do you want to go up? Do you want purple?
If you pull the trigger, you come in, one hundred percent criminal
One hundred percent criminal
Is there stress, blood flows
One hundred percent criminal
Traps Shots, Q7
Heart of stone, do you want to go up? Do you want purple?
If you pull the trigger, you come in, one hundred percent criminal
Part 2
Feelings die out in this neighborhood because boys easily stab when enemies break course
Storm 'Bunker, fuck' mother, jackpot or in shackles
Still' hunger, squeeze away ten things a month
KMN is the gang, wa-llÄh, power status
Multivitamin, keep stretching until Brabus
Blockhouse, run away from the cops
Kickdown, fully loaded, rush through customs
Only need Ammar, Musti, Azet and Nash
And no matter who is pushing the film, swallows nine millimètres
Fast Life, live quickly
Change SIM card, chaye
LKA is present
Waiting for errors, bring a brother into the cell< br/>KMN is the gang
Wa-llÄh, I live and die for all of you
Cocaine
I do everything for the family
I die and live ' for the family
Junkies are on the way for a few lines
At night because crystal destroys families
Bridge 2
Heart of stone, do you want to go up? Do you want purple?
You pull the trigger, you get in, one hundred percent criminal
No matter how you run, if God doesn't want to give it to you, you stay poor
Without a dime, crystal, weed or Flex
Mom says, âWith patience the money will come.â
But the money is not my goal
It is not the money that makes me happy like the smile on her face, far away from crises
Because of war, had to flee
I swore that you were crying, it won't happen again as long as I live'
Surrounded by hyenas on the hunt, criminal, Let Nine talk, are you standing in our way
Wh-llÄh, my boys are ready, just one word, let your city burn, which one of you has a problem?
Is it about My bread, I don't give a fuck who's behind you
If you get loud, you'll come in or get shot in the skull
Fuck the world!