[Intro: Samples & Capital Bra]
„Presumably everyone already knows now, that Capital Bra has parted with his label.“
„Another, uhm, headline, that headed this week, that also referred to „parting with a label“, is Capital Bra-Bra-Bra …“
Nananana
[Hook: Capital Bra]
Yeah, they want, that I fall-le-le (le-le-le)*
Yeah, they want, that I pay-le-le (le-le-le)
But Bra, I have a gun-re-re (re-re-re)
And enough bullets for all of you-le-le
Come, come, yeah, they want, that I fall-le-le (le-le-le)
Yeah, they want, that I pay-le-le (le-le-le)
But Bra, I have a gun-re-re (re-re-re)
And enough bullets for all of you-le-le
[Part 1: Capital Bra & Bushido]
I've always been straight, brother, you can ask anyone (yeah)
I don't want anything bad for anybody, I don't wanna hurt anyone (no)
Many burst, many hate, yeah, and many bleed
But in contrast to you I can still look in the mirror
Everyday working hard, Bra, on Jacky-Coke, Haze
night after night in the studio, you can ask The Cratez (bra)
First they called me brother, after that liar, after that honest man (= or legend)
But I swear to god, Bra, I didn't left because of money
I didn't left because of money
[Bridge: Capital Bra]
You say, „money changes people because of status or fame“
You're right, money changes people, people around you
But I will not change because of cash, success and not because of awards (no)
Because the Bratan stays the same, brra
[Hook: Capital Bra]
Yeah, they want, that I fall-le-le (le-le-le)*
Yeah, they want, that I pay-le-le (le-le-le)
But Bra, I have a gun-re-re (re-re-re)
And enough bullets for all of you-le-le
Come, come, yeah, they want, that I fall-le-le (le-le-le)
Yeah, they want, that I pay-le-le (le-le-le)
But Bra, I have a gun-re-re (re-re-re)
And enough bullets for all of you-le-le
[Part 2: Samra]
Because sons of bitches keep their mouths shut like a mime
Bra, i want to eat, get myself some Franc Rosé
Mhua, never again Mirácoli* (never again bra)
Rappers munch projectiles out of my magazine
Bam, bam, bam out of the matt black van
Yallah*, drive, drive, drive, because the Taş-card's on fire
Look, I load the gun, Samra Travolta
Cash all-green like a Ganja-seller (=weed-seller)
Seller in a Benz (=mercedes benz car), dangerous, intelligent
I buy a ticket to Geneva, the tenth cigarette, it burns, Bra
Cataleya-Style, coming to your room at night
Libanon, Limassol, purple tubers, Visa Gold, Bra
[Hook: Capital Bra]
Yeah, they want, that I fall-le-le (le-le-le)*
Yeah, they want, that I pay-le-le (le-le-le)
But Bra, I have a gun-re-re (re-re-re)
And enough bullets for all of you-le-le
Come, come, yeah, they want, that I fall-le-le (le-le-le)
Yeah, they want, that I pay-le-le (le-le-le)
But Bra, I have a gun-re-re (re-re-re)
And enough bullets for all of you-le-le
[Part 3: Bushido & Capital Bra]
You're right, it will never be the same
Because I made you big and I'll make you small again
I feel so endlessly free and fire all over the place
Yes, my friend, from today on I'll eat everything, that I like
Twenty years of rap, until death do us part
Brother, I'll never let you go, like a police armlock
You poisoned my heart with your kind of ways
I go to the front, Dude, you're on hold
Your mouths are numb after one white line
Salam, Capital! Salam! Welcome to my family (bra)
We go up and you go down and you go down, you're throwing up
But you can't do anything, but patting on the back, yeah
[Hook: Capital Bra]
Yeah, they want, that I fall-le-le (le-le-le)*
Yeah, they want, that I pay-le-le (le-le-le)
But Bra, I have a gun-re-re (re-re-re)
And enough bullets for all of you-le-le
Come, come, yeah, they want, that I fall-le-le (le-le-le)
Yeah, they want, that I pay-le-le (le-le-le)
But Bra, I have a gun-re-re (re-re-re)
And enough bullets for all of you-le-le
[Outro: Capital Bra]
That I fall-le-le (le-le)
Le-le-le-le-le
Bra-ra-ra
for all of you-le-le