Ey, Gang Ja, sie sagt, sie will mich seh'n Weil sie kann mich nicht vergessen Und sie fragt: "Ist das für immer?" Doch ich kann's ihr nicht versprechen Und ich komm' in Doppel-G, und sie kommt in EA7 Sie hat so viel zu erzähl'n jedes Ma', wenn wir uns treffen Jedes Ma', wenn wir uns treffen Lern' ich wieder was von dir Du und ich sind Gang, aber es ist viel passiert Bin im Club mit meiner F Weil ich wurd nicht kontrolliert Deine Mama hört mein'n Song und fragt: "Wer hat das komponiert?" Ich hab' das geschrieben im Taxi für Ihre Tochter, Ms. Jackson Ich bin aus Kreuzberg 61 und ein Rockstar, Ms. Jackson Und für die Pradas mussten Brüder ihre SIM-Karte wechseln Wie viele Hindernisse mussten wir schon hinter uns setzen? Ich rauch' Kush in Costello SLR Ist nicht safe in der Hood, nein, hier gibt's kein AppleCare Bei uns sind die Ketten schwer, ich hör' IAM – "Petit frère" Narcotic in Westberlin, wir spiel'n Wer wird Millionär? Ja, sie sagt, sie will mich seh'n Weil sie kann mich nicht vergessen Und sie fragt: "Ist das für immer?" Doch ich kann's ihr nicht versprechen Und ich komm' in Doppel-G, und sie kommt in EA7 Sie hat so viel zu erzähl'n jedes Ma', wenn wir uns treffen Jedes Ma', wenn wir uns treffen, lern' ich wieder was von dir Du und ich sind Gang, sie könn'n niemals sein wie wir Und mit vierzehn hinten rechts, Opel Zafira, aufs Revier Ist okay, doch nicht mir, weil ich nicht kooperier' Tut mir leid, doch Ihre Tochter mag ein'n Jung'n aus 61, Ms. Jackson Altbauwohnung oder Blocks Man drückt mit sechzehn schon Päckchen Wo Passanten auf dem Bürgersteig nur wegseh'n bei Action Und wenn du Geld machst Trägst du Eisen an dein' Bauch für Protection Prada Sport, Tom Ford, spring' in' Cabrio-Rücksitz Ja, ich lass' ein'n Kunden warten Doch bei dir bin ich pünktlich Daulis fahr'n durch unsre Gegend jeden Tag mehrmals stündlich Kontrollier'n uns gründlich, aber werden nicht fündig Ja, sie sagt, sie will mich seh'n Weil sie kann mich nicht vergessen Und sie fragt: "Ist das für immer?" Doch ich kann's ihr nicht versprechen Und ich komm' in Doppel-G, und sie kommt in EA7 Sie hat so viel zu erzähl'n jedes Ma', wenn wir uns treffen Ja, sie sagt, sie will mich seh'n Weil sie kann mich nicht vergessen Und sie fragt: "Ist das für immer?" Doch ich kann's ihr nicht versprechen Und ich komm' in Doppel-G, und sie kommt in EA7 Sie hat so viel zu erzähl'n jedes Ma', wenn wir uns treffen

Can you take me back then Everybody say they love me but they actin I can't bring too many people can't be packed in I done came along way from wearing Pacsun I told my baby that I'm sorry Ms. Jackson 'Cause I can't lose you to no dumb shit like a caption I told my baby that I'm sorry for my actions When I look into your eyes you take me back then The way grip onto your thighs and you start splashin' I just went and spent a bag on high fashion I wanna give it you more 'cause you ain't askin' R and C got some feelings and I'm latching You told me that you was scared of the attachment You told me that you believe in me in rappin' Front me love and Imma bring it on the backend I know you love it when I'm rubbin' on your backend Do you love me tell the truth baby Lately we been distant but I'm feeling close to you baby Rubbin' on your body kiss your neck we in a mood baby I ain't really worried 'bout no sex ain't in the mood lately Everytime I look into eyes it play this tune baby You said that you hate a gemini but Ima June baby I put all my feeling in this cup I'm on the moon baby You said that you hate it when I sip But I like to get high and reminisce And I get higher than a bitch I start thinkin' 'bout my homies Then I'm slidin' in the mix Hold I can't off topic like I said I reminisce We done got it out the trenches I was fed off the bricks We done really played the block 'Cause we been led with the sticks You ain't owing me a thing 'Cause I'm a killer in there ricks Get my doggy out the jam That's why my niggas call me Vick Can you take me back then Everybody say they love me but they actin I can't bring too many people can't be packed in I done came along way from wearing Pacsun I told my baby that I'm sorry Ms. Jackson 'Cause I can't lose you to no dumb shit like a caption I told my baby that I'm sorry for my actions When I look into your eyes you take me back then The way grip onto your thighs and you start splashin' I just went and spent a bag on high fashion I wanna give it you more 'cause you ain't askin' R and C got some feelings and I'm latching You told me that you was scared of the attachment You told me that you believe in me in rappin' Front me love and Imma bring it on the backend I know you love it when I'm rubbin' on your backend

I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it Since they mournin clip your wings don't wanna see you fly They wanna take your drive from you like a DUI But we live like sky's the limit till we meet the sky I pray dem angels will protect me if dem demons slide California dreaming and its being beats Pistol under the pillow for the B and Es You know we move them supplements like GNC Model bitch gimme brain like she got 3 degrees Chain cold this shit like 3 degrees Told my youngins if they clip and slide you don't need degrees And my gang know I got em till eternity School of hard knocks only killers in my fraternity Can't understand how y'all be out here with no urgency I got a good heart but life put out the worst for me Underdog said I wouldn't make it took it personally Time to move forward ain't no cursin me, Blanco I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it Pour a lil bark out or some dark out No longer running with the narcs out Feeling lost like the handler Lost a lot of homies asking God what he plan for us I know tonight could be the last one Two of em in the whip it's a fast one Gotta know where to go when the cash come Gotta know how to act when the flash come Now that's a picture or gunshot I ain't got to picture a gunshot That is really unfortunate but I know the streets figured how to be a boss in it I'm feeling lost but they said I made it They say I'm shining but I'm feeling jaded They say I'm lit but I'm feeling faded So now I meditate on the shit to say I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it

You know! One day I got a call from the Ghost who told me I had to get on this conference call To discuss a little business with him and the homey Rozay Know the situation transpired where a nigga had to get dealt with a little harshly Root for the villian and shoot with no feelin Like Audio Two yeah the crew is "Top Billin" Blowin the dutch in the coupe with no ceilin Invisible bully like the Gooch when I'm illin Cash too green, it's taped to the toilet Like I'm Michael Corleone in the bathroom scene Young black Vito, chopped and wrapped kilos Clap torpedos, stack, Doritos We in the Mexico sippin the Mojito Discussin perico, green weed and diesel AK, nozzle air holes you can see through Ridin the bulletproof five, yeah, I'm lethal Yo! When niggas hear this shit they say it's (Harsh!) Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga (Harsh!) Act hostile, aggressive and kinda (Harsh!) And like a Rothchild with money I'm kinda (Harsh!) HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE HANDLIN 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE MANDLIN 'EM!!! (Harsh!) STOP BITCHIN YOU THE ONE WHO DONE 'CAUSE ME TO ACT! AND IF I'M ITCHIN AND YOU FRONT IT'S MY DUTY TO ACT! Style is infectious, actress in a Lexus Sunroof open had cheese for breakfast Beef never settled I'm Lyor to the ghetto Russell with the hustle Rick Rubin with the metal When I lick a shot I'm aimin at ya top floor Blocks like stock everybody bought more Birds fell out the sky, rats could drop dead Flyin through Bed-Stuy, white drop head Sticky green twist, guillotine click Dapper Dan three piece suit for the trip Link with Dominicanos, straight pesos fritos Three point range hit free throws with kilos Yo! When niggas hear this shit they say it's (Harsh!) Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga (Harsh!) Act hostile, aggressive and kinda (Harsh!) And like a Rothchild with money I'm kinda (Harsh!) HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM!!! (Harsh!) HOW WE HANDLIN 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE MANDLIN 'EM! (Harsh!) STOP BITCHIN YOU THE ONE WHO DONE 'CAUSE ME TO ACT! (Harsh!) AND IF I'M ITCHIN AND YOU FRONT IT'S MY DUTY TO ACT! Shine like brightenin sure but I'm the titan Hard like when Customato was trainin Tyson Gun we react in the car but no license Life on top of the city could touch lightenin Cocaine wave, dollar bill slave Rangler is tough but the inside is suede Ride with Louch and 'Kiss until I see a grave One third of a legacy Pedigree is I can make a don a don 'cause of integrity Rap like a phenomenom sleep for a better dream Nine is for better things smoke for medicine BIG is the only rapper I don't think that I'm better than Yo! When niggas hear this shit they say it's (Harsh!) Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga (Harsh!) Act hostile, aggressive and kinda (Harsh!) And like a Rothchild with money I'm kinda (Harsh!) HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE HANDLIN 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE MANDLIN 'EM! (Harsh!) STOP BITCHIN YOU THE ONE WHO DONE 'CAUSE ME TO ACT! (Harsh!) AND IF I'M ITCHIN AND YOU FRONT IT'S MY DUTY TO ACT! Yo! I rub stones together and cast a spell quick Like Like a Zoe hittin voodoo blessings 'fore I move bricks I beat you like the number eleven with two sticks Money from the door and then when I bop with two chicks (Come on!) It won't stop never stop there he go again (Huh!) Together watch the coke and have the bakin soda sort of blend (HA!) Fredricka kinda pure see how we make the fiends flock And watch the lines for the coke a quickly wrap around the block They say we bad for business 'cause the coke price dropped How we flooded and we bubble white 'til it's white hot (What!) Pot purchases we chop it up to pieces 'Til only the shake is left countin the profit and a bezel Eight million dollar yacht, scotch, a little refer Diamonds so big they call it obnoxious little creature (Oh!) Money to cop original paintings of Mona Lisa High the way I feel a cloud sittin on my caesar Yo! When niggas hear this shit they say it's (Harsh!) Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga (Harsh!) Act hostile, aggressive and kinda (Harsh!) And like a Rothchild with money I'm kinda (Harsh!) HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM!!! (Harsh!) HOW WE HANDLIN 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE MANDLIN 'EM! (Harsh!) STOP BITCHIN YOU THE ONE WHO DONE 'CAUSE ME TO ACT! (Harsh!) AND IF I'M ITCHIN AND YOU FRONT IT'S MY DUTY TO ACT!!!