Blokk Raiders - Blokkmonsta, SpaceGhostPurrp, Yung Simmie

Ich bin ein Raider wie Spaceghost

Komm mit Klan in dem Rücken zur Schiesserei

Töte die Fake-Hoes

Wer bringt den ray-flow wie auto Mac-Ten

Wenn die Kugel dir folgt hilft dir auch kein wegrennen

Ich bin Rap-Representer ein Pilger der Street

Sowie Simmie und (?), ich bin down mit den G’s

Auch wenn ich manchmal schiess', hab ich Liebe zur Hood

There’s six million ways to die, understood?

It’s six million ways to die

One gun, two chicks and a ride

And all my niggas gone' ride

What’s on they mind;

homicide

And you can look in my eyes

See the fire and the flames, get fried

I’m from two-seven-five

From miami to germany, we live

Wir sind Blokk Raiders und Klan

Klamotten in schwarz, unterm' Shirt scharfe Knarren

Du siehst uns nicht kommen, nein wir sind plötzlich da

In der Nacht, diese Fright Night wird zu deinem Grab

There’s six million ways to die, you don’t want it

You don’t really want my niggas to come through, get on it

Put your body in the bodybag

You don’t really want these problems man

We will turn your ass into a fag

Drag queen, whatever you want, beef shit

War time coming through yea we on street shit

It’s nothing to me, you know how I do it man

When it comes to murder shit, you know my niggas shooting man

AK’s and all that, you better duck

Ain’t no duck, you fuckin' round' me you get bust

What the fuck, that’s what you niggas is when we rolling up

Fucking with me, bullets to your head

Then get the bucks put em' on his head, yea what I said

Put the price-tag on his head, now his ass dead

War time, it’s the death time for you

Grim reaper with this rap shit, yous' a gone

Wir sind Blokk Raiders und Klan

Klamotten in schwarz, unterm' Shirt scharfe Knarren

Du siehst uns nicht kommen, nein wir sind plötzlich da

In der Nacht, diese Fright Night wird zu deinem Grab

I'm a raider like spaceghost

Come to the shootout with the Klan behind you

Kill the Fake Hoes

Who brings the ray-flow like auto Mac-Ten

If the bullet follows you, running away won't help you either

I'm a rap rep, a pilgrim of the street

As well as Simmie and (?), I'm down with the G's

Even if I shoot sometimes, I love the hood

There's six million ways to die, understood?

It's six million ways to die

One gun, two chicks and a ride

And all my niggas gone' ride

What's on they mind;

homicide

And you can look in my eyes

See the fire and the flames, get fried

I'm from two-seven-five

From miami to germany, we live

We are Blokk Raiders and Klan

Clothes in black, sharp guns under the shirt

You don't see us coming, no, suddenly we're there

In the night, this fright night becomes your grave

There's six million ways to die, you don't want it

You don't really want my niggas to come through, get on it

Put your body in the bodybag

You don't really want these problems man

We will turn your ass into a fag

Drag queen, whatever you want, beef shit

War time coming through yea we on street shit

It's nothing to me, you know how I do it man

When it comes to murder shit, you know my niggas shooting man

AK's and all that, you better duck

Ain't no duck, you fuckin' round' me you get bust

What the fuck, that's what you niggas is when we rolling up

Fucking with me, bullets to your head

Then get the bucks put em' on his head, yea what I said

Put the price tag on his head, now his ass dead

War time, it's the death time for you

Grim reaper with this rap shit, yous' a gone

We are Blokk Raiders and Klan

Clothes in black, sharp guns under the shirt

You don't see us coming, no, suddenly we're there

In the night, this fright night becomes your grave