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Hemp Gru (hu)
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Firma
Dixon37
Such is the street's verdict

Once again briefly, and what do you say to that, you b****?
The street firmly sends greetings to the brothers
Firma, Dixony and Hemp Hemp Gru
Where one action is worth more than a thousand words
Where one act can erase your life in a moment
If you don't act consciously, man
No one will help you; you'll drown in this swamp
If you're a traitor, I'll clap my hands.

It is unacceptable to commit betrayal
This verdict falls when someone breaks the rules
No handshake is given here to such trash
If you don't play fair, you sustain losses.
But if you're clean, you note gains
Respect yourself, have respect for your loved ones
Act wisely, and do no harm
And you will reach the highest possible level.

Once the street justly punishes informers
Like faces sold on the left in the dock
If you want, I'll show you the reasons for my anger
Verdict in the name of the homeland, but where the hell is the evidence
Unselfish envy or greed are the reasons
Why some people cause despicable harm to others
Street earnings tempt: pocket, drugs, cars
What I can advise you - keep your form, don't lose your head.

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Street verdicts for your steps on the street
Deep sadness embraces, with no compromise, no delay
It doesn't matter if you survive with your honor's corpse
If you acted wrongly here, you've lost respect.

That's why for a long time
We've been doing hardcore rap
To give you a sign
To act in a way
That leaves a trace without lame patches after you
Respect is the priority; we've thought this way for years.

And again Mokotów, active rap style
Spinning this mill, with us is Doctor Dym
The street's verdict tells the snitch to perish
It will fall before you manage to close the door
Ends miserable days for all the tears
Without anesthesia and without a bit of mercy
Darkness falls, this is the underground style
To you, man, the cry of harsh truth

Many think they understand, many think they feel it
Many desire to rule the scene but I don’t buy them.
Commercial stars twist in the clips,
And on the microphone flows mediocrity and crap
Boastful cowards with threatening looks in the clips
But no fake pipe will fool us
A good guy can exist
But a traitor who sold out, must hide.

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Someone issues a death sentence straight from prison
There's no postponement, no limitation
If you really piss someone off, then goodbye
Want to trick gangsters? I wish you luck.
We do our thing, another year passes
This is Firma, the five-headed dragon
Not all problems can be solved with cash here
If you robbed your friend, they'll break your fingers

Here, here, it's short
You sold out - screw you, you tramp
You'll be screwed for life
And what do you say to that
I'm against degradation, don't ask if it's worth it
Because of such c****, the system takes away brothers' freedom
HWDP, death to informers
Every snitch bears the mark of a coward
It's about weaklings who break down at the station
It's a verdict on those who break the sacred silence

Hemp Gru, Dixon here, we live here
Here on the street where more than one revolt took place
Among these estates, among groups of friends
Where you live by principles from birth to grave
May God protect you to never break them
A brother trusted you by your word, but you lied
You ripped him off for money, got busted by the cops
No matter what plans you have, remember, punishment will come

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