100 Bars

"Jung, brutal, gutaussehend ra-ta-ta-ta-boom"
 "Das Einzige, was bleibt, nach dem Massaka, ist Blut"
 Juh-Dee! Ich will Blut!
 Dissen ist für mich eine Vermögensstrategie
 Die Königsdisziplin für die blöderen MCs
 Hurensöhne wollen Beef, deshalb pöbeln sie auf Beats
 Mit dem IQ eines Menschen aus der Dönerindustrie
 Olli Marquart will was gegen meine Alben sagen
 Argumente fehlen, deshalb Reviews mit falschem Namen
 Im Interview bei Bushido suckt er Dick
 Doch sitzt er neben mir, ist er kritischer Journalist
 Ich sei ein Imagerapper, Möchtegern-50 Cent
 Muss ich mir anhören von einem Fettsack, der sich Skinny nennt
 Du weißt, dass viele Rapper wegen mir obdachlos sind
 Du wirst der erste Mensch, den Ärzte zur Bosstrafo zwing', ah
 Ich bin nicht von dei'm Gewicht überrascht
 Mich überrascht mehr, dass deine Hand in eine Chipstüte passt
 Ich fick' Kitzbühler Sluts, mache Hits über Nacht
 Und fing mit Rap an, denn damals war ich die Wichstücher satt
 Banger Musik - wir haben was aus unsrer Chance gemacht
 Nicht die Klitschkos, doch werden für Erfolg gehasst, ah
 Und auch wenn jeder in der Szene hatet
 Die Rebell Lounge macht mehr Umsatz als jedes Label
 Fick den Hype, die Szene kriegt mich nicht mehr klein
 Hasst du jemanden wegen Erfolg, dann ist es Neid
 Merk dir: Lieber habe ich nur Kinder als Fans
 Als Menschen, die den ganzen Tag vorm Internet häng'
 Geb' einen Fick, kleiner Tipp any a nigga can't live?"
 Get this money, fuck these bitches though
 Thinkin' 'bout the beef like
 "We can pass these mothafuckin' straps like a physical"
 This my city, nigga, e'rybody know it
 Ridin' 'round town, just me and my Four Pound
 Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it
 L.A. niggas, be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit
 Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
 Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm fucked up
 Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
 Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
 Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do with me
 All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hundred
 (L.A. niggas be the craziest) yeah, one hundred
 (L.A.) all I ever asked is one hundred
 (L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest) yeah, one hundred
 All I ever asked is one
 Thank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin'
 Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors
 To every single fuckin' function
 Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family
 And how they love me while they were skimmin' off the budget
 Now, when I see 'em, they're the ones that's actin' funny
 People been reachin' out to me
 And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit
 I would have so many friends
 If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments
 I would have so many friends
 If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments
 I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop
 And I stayed on some conscious shit
 I would have so many more friends
 If I lost my success and my confidence
 I'm in the club every time that they play the competition
 If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get
 Yeah, nobody's even hearin' it, on top of the pyramid
 Might go to Jamaica, disappear again
 My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself...
 Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
 Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
 Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do with me
 All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hundred
 (L.A. niggas be the craziest) yeah, one hundred
 (L.A.) all I ever asked is one hundred
 (L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest) yeah, one hundred
 All I ever asked is one
 Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga
 Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga
 If he was still alive, he would kill niggas
 He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill
 Niggas know how it feel when you missin' your nigga though
 Can't think, so you roll up that indigo
 Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero'
 Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn
 Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, "Here it go"
 Screamin' Frog name at the clouds, they don't hear me though
 Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though
 You niggas don't feel me though
 That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch
 You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool, but don't come to my city though
 Not even to H-Town
 So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga
 Strapped up from the waist down
 That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga
 Shit was so simple when Henchman was out
 He had a young nigga right there with Meech
 So happy when Bleu Davinci got out
 We came up on these California streets
 L.A. niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit
 Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
 Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit
 Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose?
 Don't even matter, dawg, 'cause I'm a always be a real nigga
 Always be a real nigga
 I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga
 Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
 Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
 Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do with me
 All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hundred
 (L.A. niggas be the craziest) yeah, one hundred
 (L.A.) all I ever asked is one hundred
 (L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest) yeah, one hundred
 All I ever asked is one