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Cross Border Armageddon Suit up, stay strapped Baguettes and Bugattis Suit up, stay strapped Baguettes and Bugattis Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?) Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?) Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?) Ballin' (Ballin'), I'm 24/7 ballin' What a heavenly mornin', playin' golf with the state attorney Paparazzi on my lawn doin' camera shots like Alec Baldwin I tell 'em all, "You're dead men walkin' like a pack of zombies" OG duty, load the Uzi, no, sir, you haven't spoken truly No excusеs, that doesn't play any role anymore likе John Belushi Shoot you down, wrap you up in a rug like I'm a master at rollin' sushi Got ice full of carats like I'm that snowman dude at the Frozen movie Swimmin' in luxury like it's the temple of Solomon I employ goons for a dollar loan, they break you from ankle to collarbone Got killers from Lebanon Light up the cigar, get shrouded in smoke, this is Avalon Office in Frankfurt, skyscraper high as the tower of Babylon I am a veteran Weatherin' storms like a weatherman Traffickin' white from the Netherlands SongtextePull out the chopper, then light up the heaven by night to retaliate (Ayy) Chances of gettin' away with your schemes are one in a million (Shh) If I shoot one of my enemies down, I wanted a million Posted on the block, recruitin', polizei prosecutin' (Yeah, yeah) Kollegah der Boss, realest in the land of the Gothic ruins Made her a drug courier to save her from prostitution Kilos drugged to the Soviet Union Military bunker where they been rocket-shootin' Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah) Baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy) Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah) Baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy) Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?) Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?) Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?) Who wants some? Come get some Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah) B-b-baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy) Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah) Baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy) Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?) Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?) Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?) Who wants some? Come get some (Get some) Better never meet me (Was?) in a bad mood (Ja) I'll leave you swimmin' in a red pool (Ayy) Hand grenade in my tracksuit big as a jackfruit I kill 'em in a minute if I have to (Ja) I'm a shotter (Shotter), got the chopper (Chopper) Like a pilot of a fuckin' helicopter Ra-ta-ta-ta, livin' like a GoodFella, Ray Liotta Comin' up straight from the gutter I get nothin' but respect like a T-rex It's gon' be a hell of a weekend As I reload, they be yellin', "No, please" Got Gs on all fours like a telephone keypad Challenges, I need new ones I do gangster shit out of pure fun I came with a MAC-11 into 7-Eleven and said, "Gimme all of your chewin' gums" Gotta keep my adrenaline rampant (Ahh) You're a weak man, I could kill in a handstand (Yeah) Always hold that head high like a guillotine henchman (Ja) In front of medieval Frenchmen (Tzeh) Before I grew up in a neglectful home When I was freshly born, the doc said, "It's a man," in a respectful tone Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah) Baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy) Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah) Baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy) Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?) Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?) Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?) Who wants some? Come get some Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah) B-b-baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy) Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah) Baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy) Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?) Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?) Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?) Who wants some? Come get some (Get some) Aus Songtexte Mania