Sido is the stage name of the Berlin rapper Paul Würdig (born November 30th… Read Full Bio ↴Sido is the stage name of the Berlin rapper Paul Würdig (born November 30th, 1980), one of the most successful artists of the German record label Aggro Berlin. Sido distinguishes himself through uncomfortable, provocative, aggressive lyrics. He often wears a silver mask.

The name is an abbreviation that is spelled as "super-intelligentes Drogenopfer" = "super intelligent drug victim". However this is the new interpretation while originally the name did spell as "Scheisse in Dein Ohr" = "shit (goes) into your ears".

In 2004, Sido's debut album, "Maske" ("Mask"), sold more than 100,000 copies in less than a month. In September of that year, the rapper won a prestigious German music award for "Best Newcomer". The best known song from that album, "Mein Block", describes life in the Maerkisches Viertel, a ghetto-like district of Berlin.

Sido has been spurting a lot of controversies. Most of his personal information is kept under blankets, not even the personal name or birthday is being confirmed by official records. Rumours say that the stage person is fully fictitious including its alleged background in a criminal ghetto. While some of his provocative aggressive songs have been banned many fans like to interpret the lyrics as a satirical on widespread prejudices about the life in so-called "problem districts".

Get Ya Paper
Sido Lyrics

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Suprise, suprise, suprise, suprise
(You know what it is, recognize the voice)

Yeah, guckt ma' hier Smith and Wessin auf meinem Song alter,

From BK to Berlin the hood is the hood
A nigga rapper is even fucked up when doing good
The shits all the same, you know, some love and some hatin'

Fuck what they think about you
Groundhog get your paper

Von Berlin nach Brooklyn von Hof zu Hof (the hood is the hood)
Manche Leute sehen uns am liebsten tot,
Es ist überall das selbe, die Straßen sind ein Schlachtfeld,
Scheiß' drauf, mach was draus geh raus und mach Geld

Bitte rede nicht mehr, du bist der Rede nicht wert
Wenn es um Flow und Talent geht hab ich wesentlich mehr
Deine Scheiße geht mir echt auf den Sack,
Was kostet deine Seele, komm ich kauf sie dir ab

Ich bin ein Vorbild jetzt, guck wie mich die Frauen lieben
Ich bin ein Star, für dich ist es nur ein Traum geblieben
Spätestens in 10 Jahren bin ich ausgestiegen
Und leb' mit 10 schönen Frauen in meinem Haus im Süden

Den ganzen Tag nur saufen, ficken, kiffen, essen
Genauso hab ich dass gelernt von Smith und Wessun
New York, Berlin, es ist überall gleich
Nur Sportler, Rap-stars und Betrüger werden reich

From BK to Berlin the hood is the hood (the hood is the hood)
A nigga rapper is even fucked up when doing good
The shits all the same, you know, some love and some hatin'
Fuck what they think about you
Groundhog get your paper

Von Berlin nach Brooklyn von Hof zu Hof (the hood is the hood)
Manche Leute sehen uns am liebsten tot,
Es ist überall das selbe, die Straßen sind ein Schlachtfeld,
Scheiß' drauf und mach was draus geh raus und mach Geld

My whole live is real TV
Im on the frontpage of the MAG with my PDMC
Pants saggin', Timboots, camouflage flaggin in the hood,
Red Dragon, the feds baggin, I'm head crackin'
10 dollars make sense, I'm breadstackin'
2 cents make dollars and I get that money back man
I'm strapped with a black Smith & Wesson in my Knapsack
Any man violate the fam, I get at that
Puka, puka, puka, thats the sound of my gun shot
Any street, any track, guaranteed gun rap,
Original Gun clap, Wohoh,
Stand up, downtown, Drop now, your world fucked round

From BK to Berlin the hood is the hood
A nigga rapper is even fucked up when doing good
The shits all the same, you know, some love and some hatin'
Fuck what they think about you
Groundhog get your paper

Von Berlin nach Brooklyn von Hof zu Hof (the hood is the hood)
Manche Leute sehen uns am liebsten tot,
Es ist überall das selbe, die Straßen sind ein Schlachtfeld,
Scheiß' drauf, mach was draus geh raus und mach Geld

Die Zeit zieht vorbei, doch Aggro Berlin bleibt,
Geld häuft sich wie Neid wenn man soviel erreicht
Die Leute schreien weltweit, sie sind in Hysterie
Von Ghetto zu Ghetto, von Bangtown bis Berlin
Leute schieben 'nen film, weil ich so übertrieben bin
Du sagst das ich für dich so unverständlich wie liebe bin
Doch ich scheiß' drauf, ziel' auf mich, ich weich aus
Erst bist du am haten, dann feierst du B-tight-flows
Du bist nie locker, viel zu verkrampft
Du hast Aids und verlierst dein Kopf wie bei 'nem Schwertkampf
Das ist normal, ich bin außergewöhnlich hart,
Du kriegst mich hier nie wieder weg, besser du gewöhnst dich dran

From BK to Berlin the hood is the hood
A nigga rapper is even fucked up when doing good
The shits all the same, you know, some love and some hatin'
Fuck what they think about you
Groundhog get your paper

Von Berlin nach Brooklyn von Hof zu Hof (the hood is the hood)
Manche Leute sehen uns am liebsten tot,
Es ist überall das selbe, die Straßen sind ein Schlachtfeld,
Scheiß' drauf, mach was draus geh raus und mach Geld.

I gotta trailor load of guns, so Ima play with my riches
And I keep em all in order from the smallest to biggest
And I keep 'em in the fame, it's just me and My niggas
And we share everything from my money to bitches
We got a brick on every Ave. in a hundred mile radius
Move so many ? the next call is the caterers
Killas on the block and it's killas in the ?, slinging bigger rocks than whats his name R. Kelly
We in the hood when it's hot on an alley when it's cold
Gym year-round Around so my shit is on swole
I'm a five star weight pusher float through a kilo,
Fly outta the building and fuck with my boy Sido

From BK to Berlin the hood is the hood
A nigga rapper is even fucked up when doing good
The shits all the same, you know, some love and some hatin'
Fuck what they think about you
Groundhog get your paper

Von Berlin nach Brooklyn von Hof zu Hof (the hood is the hood)
Manche Leute sehen uns am liebsten tot,

Es ist überall das selbe, die Straßen sind ein Schlachtfeld,
Scheiß' drauf, mach was draus geh raus und mach Geld

Overall Meaning

The song "Get Ya Paper" by Sido is a collaboration with American rapper Smif-N-Wessun. The lyrics describe the realities of life in the hood, which are the same whether one lives in Brooklyn, New York or Berlin, Germany. Sido encourages his listeners to focus on making money and securing their future, stating that only athletes, rap stars, and criminals become rich. He also boasts about his fame and success, noting that people around the world are in hysteria over him. Through it all, Sido urges people to ignore the haters and do what they need to do to get ahead.

The lyrics of "Get Ya Paper" speak to the struggles of life in the hood and the need to focus on making money to secure one's future. Sido's message is one of determination and perseverance in the face of adversity, as he urges his listeners to ignore the haters and work hard to achieve their goals. The song also highlights the similarities between life in Brooklyn and Berlin, and the universality of the experiences of those living in the hood.

Line by Line Meaning

Suprise, suprise, suprise, suprise
It's not surprising that I'm back with another hit

Yeah, guckt ma' hier Smith and Wessin auf meinem Song alter,
Take a minute to listen to me rap about my guns and my success

From BK to Berlin the hood is the hood
Regardless of location, the struggles of living in the hood are the same

A nigga rapper is even fucked up when doing good
Even when I'm successful, people still hate on me for being a black rapper

The shits all the same, you know, some love and some hatin'
No matter what I do, some people will support me and others will criticize me

Fuck what they think about you
Don't let other people's opinions bring you down

Groundhog get your paper
Work hard and earn your money

Von Berlin nach Brooklyn von Hof zu Hof (the hood is the hood)
No matter where you go, the hood is the same

Manche Leute sehen uns am liebsten tot,
Some people want us dead

Es ist überall das selbe, die Straßen sind ein Schlachtfeld,
Everywhere you go, the streets are like a battlefield

Scheiß' drauf, mach was draus geh raus und mach Geld
Don't worry about it, go out and make money

Bitte rede nicht mehr, du bist der Rede nicht wert
Stop talking, you're not worth listening to

Wenn es um Flow und Talent geht hab ich wesentlich mehr
When it comes to rapping skills, I have a lot more than my haters

Deine Scheiße geht mir echt auf den Sack,
I'm tired of hearing your crap

Was kostet deine Seele, komm ich kauf sie dir ab
I'm so successful that I can even buy your soul

Ich bin ein Vorbild jetzt, guck wie mich die Frauen lieben
Now I'm a role model and women love me

Ich bin ein Star, für dich ist es nur ein Traum geblieben
I'm a celebrity, but it's only a dream for you

Spätestens in 10 Jahren bin ich ausgestiegen
I plan on retiring in 10 years

Und leb' mit 10 schönen Frauen in meinem Haus im Süden
I'll live in a house in the south with 10 beautiful women

Den ganzen Tag nur saufen, ficken, kiffen, essen
We'll spend our days drinking, having sex, smoking weed, and eating

Genauso hab ich dass gelernt von Smith und Wessun
This is the lifestyle I learned from Smith and Wessun

New York, Berlin, es ist überall gleich
Whether in New York or Berlin, the struggles are the same

Nur Sportler, Rap-stars und Betrüger werden reich
Only athletes, rappers, and criminals get rich

My whole live is real TV
My life is like reality TV

Im on the frontpage of the MAG with my PDMC
I'm on the front page of a magazine with my crew, PDMC

Pants saggin', Timboots, camouflage flaggin in the hood,
I dress like a typical hoodlum with saggy pants, Tim boots, and camo

Red Dragon, the feds baggin, I'm head crackin'
I'm a drug kingpin and the feds are after me

10 dollars make sense, I'm breadstackin'
I'm making money by selling drugs

2 cents make dollars and I get that money back man
Every little bit of money counts and I know how to make it grow

I'm strapped with a black Smith & Wesson in my Knapsack
I carry a gun with me at all times

Any man violate the fam, I get at that
I'll take care of anyone who disrespects my crew

Puka, puka, puka, thats the sound of my gun shot
The sound of my gun firing goes 'puka, puka, puka'

Any street, any track, guaranteed gun rap,
I'll shoot anyone who crosses me, anywhere

Original Gun clap, Wohoh,
I'm known for my signature gun sound effect

Stand up, downtown, Drop now, your world fucked round
Watch out, I'm going to mess up your world

Die Zeit zieht vorbei, doch Aggro Berlin bleibt,
Time passes, but Aggro Berlin remains

Geld häuft sich wie Neid wenn man soviel erreicht
Money accumulates like jealousy when you've achieved so much

Die Leute schreien weltweit, sie sind in Hysterie
People around the world are screaming and going crazy for me

Von Ghetto zu Ghetto, von Bangtown bis Berlin
From one ghetto to another, from Bangtown to Berlin

Leute schieben 'nen film, weil ich so übertrieben bin
People think I'm exaggerating because of my success

Du sagst das ich für dich so unverständlich wie liebe bin
You think I'm incomprehensible, like love

Doch ich scheiß' drauf, ziel' auf mich, ich weich aus
I don't care, you can target me, but I'll evade your attacks

Erst bist du am haten, dann feierst du B-tight-flows
You'll go from hating me to loving B-tight's music

Du bist nie locker, viel zu verkrampft
You're uptight and too wound up

Du hast Aids und verlierst dein Kopf wie bei 'nem Schwertkampf
You're so stressed out that you're losing your mind like in a sword fight

Das ist normal, ich bin außergewöhnlich hart,
I'm used to this, I'm exceptionally tough

Du kriegst mich hier nie wieder weg, besser du gewöhnst dich dran
You won't be able to get rid of me, so you better get used to it

I gotta trailor load of guns, so Ima play with my riches
I have a trailer full of guns, so I'll enjoy my wealth

And I keep em all in order from the smallest to biggest
I keep my guns organized by size

And I keep 'em in the fame, it's just me and My niggas
I keep my guns in a safe place with just me and my crew

And we share everything from my money to bitches
I share everything with my crew, including money and women

We got a brick on every Ave. in a hundred mile radius
We have a drug distribution network that covers a huge area

Move so many ? the next call is the caterers
We sell so much drugs that our next call will be to caterers for food

Killas on the block and it's killas in the ?, slinging bigger rocks than whats his name R. Kelly
There are murderers on the street and in our crew, selling larger amounts of drugs than R. Kelly

We in the hood when it's hot on an alley when it's cold
We're always in the hood, whether it's hot or cold

Gym year-round Around so my shit is on swole
I work out all year round so I'm in great shape

I'm a five star weight pusher float through a kilo,
I'm an expert drug dealer, easily handling large amounts of weight

Fly outta the building and fuck with my boy Sido
I'll fly out of a building and go hang out with Sido

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ROBERT DAVIS, PAUL WUERDIG, TAI JASON, WALTER DEWGARDE

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