Heuss L'enfoiré, bunch of bastards
Free Many, NYMA, Hiza Guruma, Maroki 43, Mafia tah Napoli, we're not very polite
Skch, skch

Hey, lead or silver, it smells like a trap
I don't even know what to do, I'm hitting a last khapta
I pour myself another glass of Jack Da', I roll a spliff of shlata
I'm in Malaga with my guys, now I'm in Marama
Behind me, the car of the que-ba, a ce-pu, a little one who ssé-bo
The re-pu of Colombia, shout out to Séba
There's the one who ser-ba, I dedicate to all my guys
I collect all my winnings, I'm in the store
Search tomorrow morning, son of a bitch, I'm in a baratin, you know we're hungry
N.Y.M.A does handbrakes in all the roundabouts, deals with Cubans
You leave with a full ass
9.2 department, we are the musicians, Mexicans, Tunisians
News, big money passing in the Parisian
In the cities, there are a lot of magicians
Just in case, if I'm KO, I would sell weed
I make your sister work, I'm from the Seleção
I'm an old man, in the PMU I'm going to play Keno
9.2, it's far from Quesnoy, only Rabzas, Renois
I aim at him, I see him again, he won't do it to me twice
I'm an outlaw, that's it I'm out of my mind, BX Land party skch, skch

Hey, ok
Second verse, second floor, the drug is cut
9.2.3.9.0, two kilos sold
In the street, I make music for the jailed brothers
Don't try to play, you're likely to fail
I saw them arrive, everyone does their job
The nanny got rolled, breaking of te-por on the cheek, you know where to find us
We have nothing to prove, Affranchis, Midi Midi
But we haven't done everything, compared by default
Bés-tom for pesos, robberies, narcos
Mean like the Vatos and Carlos Gambinos
In a mean assoc', Villeneuve-la-Garenne, 9.2.3.9.0
6 Hector Berlioz street, look me in the eyes
I come from 92, the drug is hard and soft
You see me walking around and sometimes, I'm sick
I slow down the shit, I speed up the salad but it smells like a potato
Respect the brothers who pray
I won't tell you what I did yesterday, murderous inspiration
On the mic, act of barbarism validated by the street
I'm going to hide in Paris, I'm on the same Avenue
With Prince and Manu, only bandit sentences like my cousin Many

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