We entered the game to rob it, to loot it
We are Marseille city, 13 Organized
Don't try to test us, to compete
We are UFOs, dehumanized machines
You know us, you can locate us on the map
1.3, on the plate, a finger on the trigger
You recognized the stuff with the double F on the tablet
Gold & Platinum, records even on the slippers
Nothing stops me anymore, I've gone too far, I can't go back
I have this voice in my head telling me to come back and smoke them
Designed to kill, to last
Just at the sight of the tracklisting, you get a nosebleed
(This asshole)

With me, there are only hafrit, magic rassa that I crumble
I pull on the joint, I'm in orbit, I'm agitated
We are on the field, it's not a movie, my vier
There's breaking of backs, Rooney's strike, oh yes
You're watching, I scratch the rim of my Range Rover
I have two or three contacts that I named "the sprinklers"
They don't have time to rap so I do it for them
Come touch the salad, as a gift, we give you a grinder
You can end up in the trunk, bad
Parabellum, we are in the zone
We put stone, we blow up the dams
At least, we rip off your mother's cunt, North districts
We are indie, there's no more major

It's the Fonky Family, I'm telling you in advance, yeah, maelich
I have cop friends, no snitch friends
We move forward, pack up your advances, soon I'll leave France
No trust, shitty lookouts called the ambulance
I have buddies who kill much more than Corona
Normal, they have their place in Gomorra
I climbed the steps of Cannes, I sold dope
We won the war, then we won the CAN, DZ
A Kalash' and a bike
I'm bringing in money but, big I'm good in the Megane, vroom, vroom

Don't worry, we're stepping on the gas
Hooded under the helmet, don't worry, we crush it
Kofs

I saw nothing, I heard nothing, I'll tell you nothing (yeah)
You're tense, a misunderstanding, you light another one (ooh)
I grew up, you felt that I struggled (ok)
You understood, I understood, don't make the mistake (no)
We'll even say it in an interview
Fascinated by the working class, the life of thieves and that of thugs
Betrayal, it leaves a bad taste (ok)
"It makes you think", as the legend Luch' says (ooh, ooh)

I'm Marseillais, not French, we're very organized
We can fuck your mother and just after, we'll sympathize
We have teeth, fangs don't worry, they're sharpened
We take out the tools, in case of heja, we'll be disguised

Tablet in the name of the old man asks to box guitars
The head in the stars, I have hala of buddies tis-par
We want to hold the city, influential, you know
I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to him, who holds your pacifier?
We're going to eat the highway, an opener, a carrier
Marignane airport, the mule arrives from Juarez
A square, bottles, only vodka whores
Concrete alibi, I'm going to come without the lawyer
It's the S, asshole, it's all the 13, asshole
She has a big ass, a very small IQ, he's being abused
I have enough under the wheels to puncture the Subaru
Only give the finger to the jealous, airport, Macao
I have the bail in case I have the potion in case
I have the .45 in case we shoot, we don't put K.O, huh

Money is exciting, I hope you hear
When I arrive, it's scary like the sound of a gun, bang
In case of real trouble, CZ or ambulance
I can tell you it turns you off even if you hide in Pépin
I didn't know what was going to happen to me, I'm not a visionary
I struggled before becoming a millionaire
I saw young people robbing like killing and stealing Pioneers
I saw the kid come in, I saw his mom angry
I hang out with those I love and those who were there in middle school
Those who are there for your buzz, your money, they're not your colleagues
Fuck the snitches and the traitors
If I stop tomorrow, I won't have unemployment, I won't have retirement
But I'm very organized like Pablo's gang
I pay attention to who is who because life is not Blow

Team of RoboCop, pectorals like minotaurs (yeah)
We don't neglect, it makes us bend the bar
Akha, there are the pigs, rear wheel on the Old Port
You talk nonsense bitch, we'll smash your head with Thor's hammer
All your dead, it's the Golden Cities, in organized mode
1.3 located, eh, coño, Gold and Platinum
Burned, only carbonized heads
Charged, lowered, highway, RS4 motorized
1-3, it's Warzone
Son of a bitch, faggot
I have money, hand resting on silicone
Ask Halem It supplies selha, from gram to ton
We're going to bring out the guitars, it's going to dance reggaeton

Hey, Marseille, it's hot, my love (ok)
It's violent, I'm tracked by the watchtowers (ok)
We make money, my love (ok, ok)
Marseille, it's hot, my love

It takes out the 'Gatti, there's no key
I don't sell scales, he makes suitcases of money
The big villa in Carry (Carry)
The area is at risk (risks) I don't know what's happening to you
Violent like a team of Marseillais in Paris
This poster, it's a classic
Only Arabs, only blacks and Corsicans (yeah)
You, you're a junkie
I make a million, I pop the Veuve Clicquot

It represents the DZ, it's violent like DBZ
At the wheel, only fucked, zig-zag in XADV
Violence in the flow, too real from the start
If you cross a Marseillais, watch out for your credit card

If there's trouble, it takes out the chrome
It's 1.3, it's the zone, it's the men
Only Marseillais in the album
We're coming to rob the game, we're going to take over the throne
If there's trouble, it takes out the chrome
It's 1.3, it's the zone, it's the men
Only Marseillais in the album
We're coming to rob the game, we're going to take over the throne
13 angry, 13 angry, 13 organized, 13 organized, 13
13 angry, 13 angry, 13 organized, 13 organized, 13

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