My name is Emilio, I hang out with Ze Pequeno
Colombia, Medellin, Brazil, Rio de Janeiro
I reappear but I'm a trafficker, Heuss the bastard
Spicy business, the network dismantled
Leave the hustle for the kids from the city
I recover the share of the Abbesses
Two thousand sixteen I'm with Los PEPES 2017, Riès of Los Angeles
From Villefranche to Nanterre, I screw all the hessess, I delight all the youth
Maybe your sister is on a site in Geneva
2009, 2010, I'm with my accomplices
I saw them in the back of the police
I only make sounds but it's only blood baths
I make you dance just like Franky Vincent
Tell the kids from the city to fold up the passers-by
We need to get rid of all the poppies from Afghanistan
You received the package, now you have to pay Pauli
Ask Manny, we're not very polite like in Italy
Respect the freedmen, the mafiosos, Mafia tah Napoli

Now I'm in the mansion, if it were up to me
On the phone I would have spoken Danish, Japanese or Chinese
It's good I know the scheme, I have the machine at home
Like the guys from Mara, it's us the new godfathers
I screw your parents hard
92 department, the elite drug dealers settled in the building
It looks a lot like Baltimore, the BA has re-ga
The dealer has rré-ba, the deps have rié-ma, the tits-pe are watching us
It's the comeback that will start with your penave
The departmental is trying to clean up
I advise you to harba in the floors
We should organize to make a dabiste
The necessary for a maximum of khaliss
Respect the brothers, those who wear the qamis
One day in the din and the other in the deal, liters of cannabis
Sell all the drugs, don't listen to what they told you
I screw the melody just before Elodie
You don't know our lives but I arrange you on the prices
In the gue-dro I have all the panoplies
I don't know if you understood
We're not nice we're real bandits
I never lied, don't tell me "what do you think?"

You don't know what I sold and resold while being relaxed
There's me-ca at stake, it's dangerous, you shouldn't swear on God
Everything I tell should be censored
Respect the brothers, what they endured
I'm really hot yet I don't send the puree
It's in the street that I molted, started to smoke
Heuss the bastard, bunch of bastards but it won't last
Heuss the bastard, bunch of bastards but it won't last

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