Street
Straße,street,every where is same
In every where first rule is respect
Not too hard in here
While blooming roses in concret
[Verse 1: Killa Hakan]
Even though I look like Killa, if you have fire and burn
You chill you look you only burn the places where you fell
I'm coming from eternity with my brother Ezhel
Maybe you don't know but I can go to hell for my brother
Our first are respect,love,mentality
I will not broke my word
When we fire like a sun you go out like a candle
If Killa and Ezhel having fun,you're going to fun like a pussy
We also doing holidays,we also drink buttermilk
We're saying okay to all ways,we hang out but we leave if he classifier
Because these tracks coming from our hearts,death break from life
She pretended like an angel but she can doing wrong things she's a human
You can't seperate from sober up,you cannot be blackout from knocking out
When you taste it one time you love it you want it every time
A bulletproof vest have you ever been slapped from life?
[Ezhel]
Street
Straße,street,every where is same
In every where first rule is respect
Not too hard in here
While blooming roses in concret
[Verse 2: Ezhel]
World is full of by dreams,today became yesterday
There is a trauma,traume,dream
My pillow from my grey city,crossing your sidewalks
My youth went slowly,all from my anger,all grudges
Money,layout,comforting,if you want you can try this
The ignorant will make you blunt
My cold heart in every where
My head is filled with curses
You will regret and said''got damn,got damn''
Zero six,thirty six yes
Every one hang out
Hood,my family,with all lil and big brothers
Bro,everything is okay
Just let me know
I learned from old school,from Boe-B,from old days far ahead from yesterday
In the wards where I stay,from Killa,now I slept in a villas
I'm in Berlin with king of Berlin in his place
If there is a Killa,if there is a Killa
[Nakarat: Ezhel, Gringo]
Street
Straße,street,every where is same
In every where first rule is respect
Not too hard in here
While blooming roses in concret
[Verse 3: Gringo]
Yes
Meeting point: dead end
Joint, bond, pack next to scales and sharp
Wow,wow
Take a puff from joint
Tschk,gun,automatic zigana
Ah,Artist does faxes
Son,what is the fortune teller?
Come on take the bastard
I burn you all
El Chapo,Gringo,Team SLS
One hundred percent,love
Berlin,Kreuzköln
Polis full of nudes on fatness
Kebab on the back of my neck
Work finito, dealer counts Tacken
Come on bastard,dog's get bites
Farm,Gavas,Cnnabis
Girik,father of weed
[Ezhel]
Street
Straße,street,every where is same
In every where first rule is respect
Not too hard in here
While blooming roses in concret