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letra de soldiers - s.a.s.

[verse 1: bigz]
they call me bigz
welcome to the revolution
test a movement
and you’re best prepared for execution
and for resolution
i send the extroopin’
then get to cruisin’ with […]
getting down with kollegah at the show,
let ’em know we’re e-gang
heavy on the roll
check the whips futuristic kick – h-sselhof
now bigz flippin’ jewish chips – mazel tov

[verse 2: villain]
my crew here, you know what i usually do
trap and move squares like rubik’s cube
plus i rap, you heard me
i gotta be more than a local rapper
so i’m back in germany!
with selfmade and kollegah
mayhem my n-gga, haze, bigz
fam’ we’re on a race for that chedda
you hatin’ my clique?
you laugh cause you n-ggas funny
so why you’re getting mad, we’re overseas getting money

[hook: mayhem]
we’re screaming oi oi fam, out in deutschland
invade your block, make it pop like a boy-band
and all of my boys bang, but stay focused
brother we them selfmade eurogang soldiers
we’re screaming oi oi fam, out in deutschland
invade your block, make it pop like a boy-band
and all of my boys bang, but stay focused
brother we them selfmade eurogang soldiers

[verse 3: haze]
they don’t like haze, i’m really [?]
real life sh-t, these upper-britains ain’t like me
real trash, these upper-britains are sheisty
realness define me, this is my life g!
i’m so fly, i got wings – i don’t need ’em!
so piled, i got links the cops [?]
roll by, i don’t know why the brokes screaming
when the hate got .45 the scope teaming

[verse 4: mega]
aw, jeez, it’s hard to give these rappers credit
when i see they got it twisted – paralytics
claim the cup and let it go, no that’s pathetic
youngers will cut ’em up fast, call it [?]
this ain’t a game, we don’t play fair
we catch flights they can’t afford the plane fare
the more plants, the more fans, the more grams
now we got connected worldwide [?]

[kollegah]
i show my genitals, b-tches blow like cannonb-lls
eyo, deep in their souls, gangstas know why i’m the boss
i creep through the doors, with three hoe’s like santa claus
and you see g’s an all fours, like on mobile telephones
yeah, salute to the king, selfmade
eurogang soldier, big boss, kollegah der pimp
hustlin’ in the streets, b-tch, i got more muscles than the seas
flieg um die welt, sorg selbst in indien für m-ssenhysterie
i f-ck b-tches in the taj mahal, they touch my half erected d-ck
i’m back with machine guns, desert eagles, magnums and mac-10’s, b-tch
got more weapons than action fl!cks, more weapons than battle ships
kollegah collects the sh-t, i’m into weapons like ammo-clips
swervin’ in a blue mercedes, cruisin’ through berlin
a true german, pushin’ benz like lou pearlman
sieh’, ich rauche blunts, ball die faust, haue punkb-tches
presse dann ‘nem haufen braungebrannter frauen schwanz in die fresse

- s a s

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