Ihr habt uns so gemacht [English translation]

You're nobody these days unless you got money

Your "sweet children" are already in prison at age 15

You call the police because every other guy got drugs

But you don't have to wonder why, no, you made us this way

[2x]

[Verse I - Sido:]

Things are a little different where I come from

Even if nobody's attending school, we all got our special skills

We learned how to survive

Fuck those incessant questions, standing before a judge and saying nothing

I know how to do that - I keep my mouth shut - I'm loyal like The Sect1

Sometimes I may not follow the laws to the letter

But you don't have to wonder why, you're the ones who made me

Nobody gave a damn about me, nobody cared whether I did the right thing

That's why now I know where to get the best cocaine

And that you better flush it quick when the cops turn up

I know how to sell weed, I can sell anything

I know how to rough up people who owe me money

Street kids like us always exaggerate to the max

Fuck maths at school, we're studying the street price of drugs

I know what it feels like to have no place to live

On the streets without a roof, you made me this way

[Chorus]

[Verse II - Massiv:]

This is the street - ssshhh when you're spitting blood

Every cop suffers from high blood pressure

Seriously, this is more than just a single person's fate

No bullshit, everyone ends up in the courtroom

We're kanaks who committed serious crimes, wearing leather jackets

Rolling on chrome, wearing Picaldi jeans

Anti-social middle class with gang tattoos

Pure uncut cocaine (uh), yeah, you can buy that2

We are arms dealers, drug sellers, dog owners

Lots of potential but everyone's just hanging with their dogs, man

The law doesn't hold sway here, fuck your court session

Brawls make you stronger, bums sell heroin

When the gun clicks, your neck breaks

And buff M-A-S is stabbing you

That's a fight for survival like during world war

The neighborhood is teaching the brown guy that nothing here is for free

[Chorus]

[Verse III - Sido:]

I know how to break into your car, I know who steals your radio

I know you're getting on my nerves, I blow you down like a house of cards

I'm showing a tough stance, go tell everybody

They can all come, but they're only allowed to talk to my penis3

I know how to smoke weed, how to seel drugs, how to steal

How to do illegal things - just come and ask me, I know it

You're not happy about this, you're entertaining this guy

I'm your product, you don't have to wonder why

[Massiv:]

You can surround us with concrete, lock us up

But you can never kill our pride because we're blowing up

This is tough shit, now you know what the streets are like

(Money means nothing but problems, my friend) - you don't expect anything

When the bullet grazes you or you get shot dead

Rest in peace, I'm lining you in chalk

Insh'allah the tables are turning

Me and Sido need more than just attention

[Chorus]

1. Sido's rap crew.2. Can also be meant ironically, "yeah, that does exist (but that's not what we're selling)".3. Pun. The previous line "Bei mir hängt der Harte raus" can also mean "I got my hard-on on display".