One day we should meet because in life you have to make choices
To make money, well in life you have to do things
I'm in the sights of people who I often overshadow
Some kiss me and when I leave they let loose
No need to hurt to get hurt
I saw him when he never talked about you face to face
Hot like a Hooligan, they only look for pretty guns
You were the wholesaler, it broke your pretty face
I enter the neighborhood, they say "what's up E.T"
Everything is square, loaded, they provide me security
There are those who act crazy outside and in prison they're turkeys
There are those who dress in brands and in the fridge there's not a slice of turkey
I'm not a poet but I know that what I say touches
I know that I make the album and that I rehearse my concerts in the shower
The cash is for the problems, to mow down the entourage
Those who help me, those who lighten me, those who help me keep courage

A GS, nananana
A guitar, nananana
The CRS, nananana
The isolation cell, the bikers, lalalalala

Oh but don't tell me they shot
The enemies are furious
It's mined, it's a loaded zone in the city
They're thinking about killing each other

For money, they shoot, they shoot
For girls, they shoot, they shoot
For nothing, they shoot, they shoot
Yeah, yeah, they shoot, they shoot

I've known adventures, they screwed Peri' damn
You gave him his share, he wants to recover the loot
I never mix, I don't suck up to people
I went through the youth, I smoke a little Mary Jane
Leave my hood, thank you goodbye, I'm better far from people
I'm towards Var because here they kill each other like Siguret and Georges
Like I didn't know the worst but I didn't know the best
I'm in the line of fire, of jealous, of bad players
I have friends who are sweepers, in the morning in the city
Others who don't give a damn, who enjoy life
I have friends who work hard, others who go to the army
Others who rob, hooded, armed
Others who run bars, others who have shares in networks
They arrive, they shoot in the air in the city
In Mother Theresa, that's life in Marseille
You want to get out, build a good team or walk alone

A GS, nananana
A guitar, nananana
The CRS, nananana
The isolation cell, the bikers, lalalalala

Oh but don't tell me they shot
The enemies are furious
It's mined, it's a loaded zone in the city
They're thinking about killing each other

For money, they shoot, they shoot
For girls, they shoot, they shoot
For nothing, they shoot, they shoot
Yeah, yeah, they shoot, they shoot

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