Knokler Hårdt - Gilli

Sorte penge, fuck SU

Gjort det længe, det' glemt nu

Fuck industrien, at være kendt nu

Gør det til gaden og ghettoen

Stadig gadeplan, hvorfor sku' jeg være andet?

Og det vil jeg være til den dag, jeg bli’r knaldet

De andre de sælger deres sjæl, de' forbandet

Det' derfor, jeg kun holder mig til min sandhed

Skudepisoder, skud på din' ruder

Mennesker har glemt, at det' Gud, vi betror

Imens I forventer, at kugler flår hoveder

Så venter jeg spændt på, din' gutter forstod mig

De ældre fortæller de yngre

Om de ska' sælg' eller plyndre

Sedler der' gemt i mine hynder

Tænk dig om før du begynder (tænk dig om før du begynder)

Selvom de vil stop' mig, får de aldrig lov til

At se mig som offer, knokler, jeg går hårdt ind

Tænker på min' sedler, vil lav' penge på alting

Jeg vil kun ha' brødre, fuck at ha' en falsk ven

Og jeg ser, de snakker, si’r mig ingenting

For vi knokler hårdt, trykker sedler heromkring

Og jeg ser, de snakker, si’r mig ingenting

For vi knokler hårdt, trykker sedler heromkring

Selvom der' hovedpine hver dag, bror

Vågner op, kold sved på mit lagen, bror

Som om hele verden ser dig tab', bror

Kig frem — ikk' tilbage, bror

Stadig regninger, der ska' betales, min bror

Ka' jeg regn' med dig, hvis det går galt, min bror?

Om du arbejder hvidt eller laver dem sort

Stadig fuck autoritet og stat, min bror

Loyalitet til mit klan, bror

Støttet brødre siden dag ét, bror

Hvis du ikk' har støttet eller vendt mig ryggen

Er du ikk' en del af min plan, bror

Selvom de vil stop' mig, får de aldrig lov til

At se mig som offer, knokler, jeg går hårdt ind

Tænker på min' sedler, vil lav' penge på alting

Jeg vil kun ha' brødre, fuck at ha' en falsk ven

Og jeg ser, de snakker, si’r mig ingenting

For vi knokler hårdt, trykker sedler heromkring

Og jeg ser, de snakker, si’r mig ingenting

For vi knokler hårdt, trykker sedler heromkring

Ved ikk', hvor jeg' henn', men jeg har kun Gud at fry-y-yygt

Hvor’n sku' du ku' vær' min bror, når du ikk' har min ry-y-yg

Brødre går hen og får ti, stikker' de går fri

Fuck regering, systemet og korrupt politi, politi

Selvom de vil stop' mig, får de aldrig lov til

At se mig som offer, knokler, jeg går hårdt ind

Tænker på min' sedler, vil lav' penge på alting

Jeg vil kun ha' brødre, fuck at ha' en falsk ven

Og jeg ser, de snakker, si’r mig ingenting

For vi knokler hårdt, trykker sedler heromkring

Og jeg ser, de snakker, si’r mig ingenting

For vi knokler hårdt, trykker sedler heromkring

Black money, fuck SU

Made it long, it 'forgotten now

Fuck the industry, to be known now

Make it the street and the ghetto

Still street level, why should I be anything else?

And that's what I want to be until the day I get fucked

The others they sell their soul, they 'cursed

That's why I only stick to my truth

Shot episodes, shots on your 'windows

People have forgotten that it 'God we trust

While you expect bullets to peel heads

Then I wait anxiously, your 'boys understood me

The older ones tell the younger ones

Whether to 'sell' or loot

Banknotes hidden in my pillows

Think before you begin (think before you begin)

Even if they want to stop me, they will never be allowed to

Seeing me as a victim, bones, I go hard

Thinking of my 'banknotes, will make' money on everything

I just want brothers, fuck having a fake friend

And I see, they talk, tell me nothing

Because we work hard, print banknotes around here

And I see, they talk, tell me nothing

Because we work hard, print banknotes around here

Although there 'headache every day, brother

Waking up, cold sweat on my sheets, brother

As if the whole world sees you lost ', brother

Look forward - not back, brother

Still bills to be paid, my brother

Can 'I rain' with you if it goes wrong, my brother?

Whether you work white or make them black

Still fuck authority and state, my brother

Loyalty to my clan, brother

Supported brothers since day one, brother

If you have not supported or turned my back on me

Are you not part of my plan, brother?

Even if they want to stop me, they will never be allowed to

Seeing me as a victim, bones, I go hard

Thinking of my 'banknotes, will make' money on everything

I just want brothers, fuck having a fake friend

And I see, they talk, tell me nothing

Because we work hard, print banknotes around here

And I see, they talk, tell me nothing

Because we work hard, print banknotes around here

I do not know where I 'hen', but I only have God to fry-y-yygt

How could you be my brother when you do not have my ry-y-yg

Brothers go and get ten, stick 'they go free

Fuck government, system and corrupt police, police

Even if they want to stop me, they will never be allowed to

Seeing me as a victim, bones, I go hard

Thinking of my 'banknotes, will make' money on everything

I just want brothers, fuck having a fake friend

And I see, they talk, tell me nothing

Because we work hard, print banknotes around here

And I see, they talk, tell me nothing

Because we work hard, print banknotes around here