I have some principles that alone resurrect me
Stay a man, make good music
My story is thinning
My life is graffitied on a metro line 9 by Leonardo da Vinci
I revive the R.A.P with such weak beats
You want to taste the street? Suck my exhaust pipe
Keep rapping you end up chard-clo, it sucks
You have the flow to Raffarin, you lie like Sarko
Me it's B2O for the introduction, 1-1-3, Luciano never prostitution
He breaks our eardrums, I left feathers climbing
They all think we want to make money rapping
But music fucks its mother
The last rapper I saw had less beef than the dealer on my street
Too much talk, a box you're missing one
You'll know I'm calibrated if you eat one bitch
Hey, your destiny is chaotic
My hand in your mouth, barrel in the carotid
Apparently they want to smoke us, I like that
Pass the arsenal, ok it's Boulogne-Pont de Sèvres, national square

We know how to do it, burn up to the postal code
Like taxes we light you all up filed at the terminal
Here there are no actors, just inspired by real facts
As usual exchange of money and lamellae on the footbridges
Siste-gro from 11, it's the stamp the trademark
Guys who hang on, who cling, who jam the matrix
Go for it, it all depends on your character
What you have between your legs, the trunk is in the head brother
Beat the kidneys whether you are stocky, big and without limit
I know real scoundrels shaped like matches
United like the diaspora, avoid traitors, parasites
It's Camille Groult district, Marseille, Boulogne on the same title
Temperament thug, vicious, I have the eye of lynx attached to the bitumen
Like a ball that doesn't look for luxury
Yeah big here there's no luck, like in poker
Arab and black in business, don't worry we know how to do it

Parisian suburbs, Marseille, between brothers we know how to do it
To go get the money, we know how to do it
It's the sound of the ter-ter, the vibes of the revolver
No problem, fuck the judicial system, we know how to do it
Parisian suburbs, Marseille, between brothers we know how to do it
To go get the money, we know how to do it
It's the sound of the ter-ter, the vibes of the revolver
No problem, fuck the judicial system, we know how to do it

Yeah, I watch your door better than a rottweiler
113 always on the right side of the revolver
Raise your glass
Massacre, Muay Thai warrior, Massai
For the armband, police roll up the biffs
Always the biggest outside
Commit horrible acts, we know how to do it
The night terrorizes the team
We know how to be solidary, it shocks you
It's the sound of a gunshot
It's the zombies of the tier-quar who stick their heads out of the toilets
It's made in Paris transit Marseille the ZUP where the daube hurts
Shoot you down like the hero, the testicles loaded like a gunslinger
Corrosive, I write every day, the slab
The ass between an explosive belt and the latest Prada
Zigzag between the safety sentences
The TIG, entered a record company with a crowbar
Where were you when I started? We know how to be a soldier like Houssein
I am without conscience, me, I am like Saddam Hussein

Stay what we are, watch what we love
Fight for what we have given without taking back
Bring back the money, make mama smile
You know, hold the house, the promises, we know how to do it
Use the system's flaws, defy the State on this Earth
Depayse in the middle of the nobles, we feel good in the middle of ours
We feel good only by living outside the norms
We favor the substance over the form
The good we make it ourselves
We are like Don Vito in the godfather, everything for the family
Concrete beast, guns tame us
Far from everything and everyone, the heart on fire we defend the heritage
The head on the shoulders, the feet on the ground, we carry our balls like our convictions
What makes a man is not the 22 LR
Help the little ones to open their eyes to draw from the reserve
And make their way through misery, we try to do it
But you know the times are dangerous, it's the time for blow for blow
100 for 100, all or nothing, the time for pou pou pou

Parisian suburbs, Marseille, between brothers we know how to do it
To go get the money, we know how to do it
It's the sound of the ter-ter, the vibes of the revolver
No problem, fuck the judicial system, we know how to do it

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