Eine Kugel reicht - Bushido

Jetzt ist wieder Zeit fürs Geschäft ich lauf die Straße hoch zum Block

ich hab heute kein Bock zu rappen und Kopfschmerzen vom Smog

Noch nichts gegessen und den Kragen hoch weils doch schon kalt ist

laufen fällt schwer wenn der Wind weht und du alt wirst

Ich guck zum Horizont und sehe meine Skyline

heute ist mein Tag und kein anderer wird mit dabei sein

Ich bin relaxt in zwei Stunden mach ich den Deal

Nach drei lines Koks mach ich mich auf zu meinem Ziel

Ich bin drauf und meine Hönde fang an zu schwitzen

die U-Bahn ist voller Leute ich kann nicht mehr still sitzen

ich muss raus

jetzt sind es vielleicht noch hundert Meter

ich kann jetzt nicht mehr zurück die vierte Line leg ich mir später

Ich steh unten vor der Tür mein Finger liegt auf der Klingel

das Blut rauscht mit im Ohr der Blick geht hoch zum Himmel

die Tür geht auf, mit einem Fuß steh ich im Haus

den Zahnstocher im Mund lauf ich langsam die Treppe rauf

Ich bin viel zu drauf mein ganzer Nasenraum ist taub

ich hör mir selber noch sagen beim letzten Raub jetzt hör ich auf

drauf geschissen ich brauchs noch dreizehn Stufen bis nach oben

gleich tausch ich meine Patrone gegen Geld und seine Drogen

Denn eine Kugel reicht damit du merkst wie hart Beton ist

komm vom Fenster weg weil es hier drausen nichts um sonst gibt

bist du schneller als der Abzug bevor ich ihn drücke

du kannst rennen doch du weist das ich dich finde und ficke x2

Ich setzt mich auf die Couch und sag «Du hast nen guten Geschmack»

Ich lächel doch ich denk mir «Heute bist du fällig du Spast»

Er macht die Playstation an also nehm ich mir das Pad

wir spielen Tekken ich guck nicht hin und box in trotzdem weg

er macht den Fernseher aus, wir gehen rüber zum Tisch

langsam wirds spannend ich krieg ein Zucken in meinem Gesicht

bevor er fragt was ich will legt er uns erstmal ne Line

ich guck nach unten und denk mir «Scheisse wie drauf kann man sein?»

Egal ich sag jetzt nicht nein Augen zu und weg damit

Er guckt mich an und fragt mich endlich wie viel Koka ich krieg

«Gib mir so viel wie du hast"Was ihm bestimmt nicht gefällt

«Gib mir alle deine Trips, die Pillen und bitte dein Geld!»

Er denkt ich will ihn verarschen und lächelt schwul vor sich hin

ich zieh die Knarre und schlag auf ihn ein so drauf wie ich bin

Mir ist egal wer er ist, mir ist egal was passiert

die Straße macht das man heute gewinnt und morgen verliert

Jeder macht das was er muss und geht und kommt nicht zurück

er hat getan was er wollte und hatte heute kein Glück

denn eine Kugel reicht

Es wird sich zeigen wer von uns beiden am Ende stehen bleibt

du willst besser als ich rappen geh und kauf dir zehn mics du hast

nicht ein Reim du Spast bist jetzt mein Feind

du hast nichts weil Mr. Cordon mit keinem von euch teilt.

Now it’s time for business again and I walk up the street to my area

I don’t like to rap today and I have a head ache from the smog

Haven’t eaten anything yet and my collar’s up because it’s already cold

Walking is hard when the wind blows and you become old

I watch the horizon and see my skyline

Today is my day and no one else will be with me

I’m relaxed, I’m going to the fix the deal in two hours

After three lines of cocaine I head for my aim

I’m drugged and my hands start to sweat

The subway is full of people, I can’t sit calmly anymore

I have to get out

Now it’s only a couple of meters more to go

I can’t go back now anymore, I’ll consume the fourth line later

I face the door down at the street, my fingers lingering on the bell

The blood rushes in my ears, I look towards the sky

The door pens, I’m in the house with one foot

The toothpick in my mouth, I slowly start to climbe the stairs

I’m much too drugged, my nose feels numb

I can still hear myself say after the last robbery that I’ll stop now

Don’t care for it now anymore,

I need thirteen more steps to reach my aim

In a minute I’ll exchange my bullet for money and his drugs

Because one bullet is not enough for you to realize how hard concrete is Leave your place at the window since nothing out there is for free

Are you faster with pulling the trigger than I am You can run but you know that I find and f*ck you

I sit down on the couch and say «You have a good taste»

I smile but I think «Today your time has come, you idiot»

He puts the playstation on, so I take a gamepad

We play Tekken, I don’t really participate but still win

He put the TV out, we go over to the table

Slowly it’s getting exciting, there’s twitch in my face

Before he asks me what I want, he prepares a line for us I look down and think «D*mn, how addicted can one be?»

Doesn’t matter, I won’t say no now, close my eyes and take it He looks at me and finally asks me how much of the cocain I want

«Give me as much as you have», what he surely won’t like

«Give me all you trips, your pills and your money, please!»

He thinks I want to fool him and just smiles

I pull out my weapon and start to beat him

I don’t care for who he is or what happens

The street makes you win one day and loose on the other

Everyone does what he has to do and leaves and does not come back

He has done what he wanted and today he had no luck

Because one bullet is enough

It’ll show who of us will still be alive in the end

You want to rap better than I do, go and buy then mics, you have

No clue, you idio, you’re my enemy now

You own nothing since Mr. Cordon does not share with any of you.

Now it's back to business I walk up the street to the block

I'm not in the mood to rap today and I have a headache from the smog

Haven't eaten anything yet and put your collar up because it's already cold

it's hard to walk when the wind is blowing and you're getting old

I look to the horizon and see my skyline

today is my day and no one else will be with me

I'm relaxed I'll make the deal in two hours

After three lines of coke, I set off for my destination

I'm on it and my hands are starting to sweat

the subway is full of people I can't sit still anymore

I need to get out

now it's maybe a hundred meters away

I can't go back now, I'll lay the fourth line later

I'm standing in front of the door, my finger is on the bell

the blood rushes in the ear, the gaze goes up to the sky

the door opens, I stand with one foot in the house

I walk slowly up the stairs with the toothpick in my mouth

I'm way too excited my whole nasal cavity is numb

I can still hear myself saying during the last robbery now I'll stop

Fuck it, I need thirteen more steps to the top

I'm about to trade my cartridge for money and his drugs

Because one ball is enough to make you realize how hard concrete is

get away from the window because there is nothing out here for free

you're faster than the trigger before I pull it

you can run but you know that i will find you and fuck you x2

I sit on the couch and say "You have good taste"

I smile but I think "You're due today you spat"

He turns on the Playstation so I take the pad

We play Tekken I don't look and still box away

he turns off the TV, we go over to the table

It's getting exciting, I get a twitch in my face

before he asks what I want, he lays a line for us

I look down and I'm like, "What the hell can you be like?"

It doesn't matter, I won't say no now and away with it

He looks at me and finally asks me how much coca I get

"Give me as much as you have" Which I'm sure he won't like

«Give me all your trips, the pills and your money, please!»

He thinks I'm kidding him and smiles gayly to himself

I pull out the gun and hit him the way I am

I don't care who he is, I don't care what happens

the street makes you win today and lose tomorrow

Everyone does what he has to and leaves and doesn't come back

he did what he wanted and had no luck today

because one ball is enough

It remains to be seen which of us will stand at the end

you want to rap better than me go and buy ten mics you have

not a rhyme you spat are my enemy now

you have nothing because Mr. Cordon doesn't share with any of you.

Now it's time for business again and I walk up the street to my area

I don't like to rap today and I have a head ache from the smog

Haven't eaten anything yet and my collar's up because it's already cold

Walking is hard when the wind blows and you become old

I watch the horizon and see my skyline

Today is my day and no one else will be with me

I'm relaxed, I'm going to fix the deal in two hours

After three lines of cocaine I head for my aim

I'm drugged and my hands start to sweat

The subway is full of people, I can't sit calmly anymore

I have to get out

Now it's only a couple of meters more to go

I can't go back anymore, I'll consume the fourth line later

I face the door down at the street, my fingers lingering on the bell

The blood rushes in my ears, I look towards the sky

The door pens, I'm in the house with one foot

The toothpick in my mouth, I slowly start to climb the stairs

I'm much too drugged, my nose feels numb

I can still hear myself say after the last robbery that I'll stop now

Don't care for it now anymore,

I need thirteen more steps to reach my aim

In a minute I'll exchange my bullet for money and his drugs

Because one bullet is not enough for you to realize how hard concrete is Leave your place at the window since nothing out there is for free

Are you faster with pulling the trigger than I am You can run but you know that I find and f*ck you

I sit down on the couch and say «You have a good taste»

I smile but I think «Today your time has come, you idiot»

He puts the playstation on, so I take a gamepad

We play Tekken, I don't really participate but still win

He put the TV out, we go over to the table

Slowly it's getting exciting, there's twitch in my face

Before he asks me what I want, he prepares a line for us I look down and think «D*mn, how addicted can one be?»

Doesn't matter, I won't say no now, close my eyes and take it He looks at me and finally asks me how much of the cocain I want

«Give me as much as you have», which he sure won't like

«Give me all you trips, your pills and your money, please!»

He thinks I want to fool him and just smiles

I pull out my weapon and start to beat him

I don't care for who he is or what happens

The street makes you win one day and lose on the other

Everyone does what he has to do and leaves and does not come back

He has done what he wanted and today he had no luck

Because one bullet is enough

It'll show who of us will still be alive in the end

You want to rap better than I do, go and buy then mics, you have

No clue, you idiot, you're my enemy now

You own nothing since Mr. Cordon does not share with any of you.