İlk Kural Saygı [English translation]

Street

Straße,street,every where is same

In every where first rule is respect

Not too hard in here

While blooming roses in concret

[Verse 1: Killa Hakan]

Even though I look like Killa, if you have fire and burn

You chill you look you only burn the places where you fell

I'm coming from eternity with my brother Ezhel

Maybe you don't know but I can go to hell for my brother

Our first are respect,love,mentality

I will not broke my word

When we fire like a sun you go out like a candle

If Killa and Ezhel having fun,you're going to fun like a pussy

We also doing holidays,we also drink buttermilk

We're saying okay to all ways,we hang out but we leave if he classifier

Because these tracks coming from our hearts,death break from life

She pretended like an angel but she can doing wrong things she's a human

You can't seperate from sober up,you cannot be blackout from knocking out

When you taste it one time you love it you want it every time

A bulletproof vest have you ever been slapped from life?

[Ezhel]

Street

Straße,street,every where is same

In every where first rule is respect

Not too hard in here

While blooming roses in concret

[Verse 2: Ezhel]

World is full of by dreams,today became yesterday

There is a trauma,traume,dream

My pillow from my grey city,crossing your sidewalks

My youth went slowly,all from my anger,all grudges

Money,layout,comforting,if you want you can try this

The ignorant will make you blunt

My cold heart in every where

My head is filled with curses

You will regret and said''got damn,got damn''

Zero six,thirty six yes

Every one hang out

Hood,my family,with all lil and big brothers

Bro,everything is okay

Just let me know

I learned from old school,from Boe-B,from old days far ahead from yesterday

In the wards where I stay,from Killa,now I slept in a villas

I'm in Berlin with king of Berlin in his place

If there is a Killa,if there is a Killa

[Nakarat: Ezhel, Gringo]

Street

Straße,street,every where is same

In every where first rule is respect

Not too hard in here

While blooming roses in concret

[Verse 3: Gringo]

Yes

Meeting point: dead end

Joint, bond, pack next to scales and sharp

Wow,wow

Take a puff from joint

Tschk,gun,automatic zigana

Ah,Artist does faxes

Son,what is the fortune teller?

Come on take the bastard

I burn you all

El Chapo,Gringo,Team SLS

One hundred percent,love

Berlin,Kreuzköln

Polis full of nudes on fatness

Kebab on the back of my neck

Work finito, dealer counts Tacken

Come on bastard,dog's get bites

Farm,Gavas,Cnnabis

Girik,father of weed

[Ezhel]

Street

Straße,street,every where is same

In every where first rule is respect

Not too hard in here

While blooming roses in concret