He put on the bulletproof vest for a laugh
He bought a Kalashnikov for backup
He's been hustling, tracking since school days
In the zone, in the zone people are panicked
All the parents say "don't hang out with him"
He drinks, he smokes, he comes home after midnight
The cops came to his place
The girls from the projects are all into him
When you were playing soccer, he was smoking joints
When you came back from school, he was dealing drugs
Everyone knows him, he's turned the neighborhood upside down
There are those who didn't like him, there are those who said he's a good guy
He does things right, he's not afraid of a fight
We've all seen him open up arcades
They'd all like to see him in jail
Hit on a motorcycle, end up on a stretcher
He makes his little money, he invests
He gives when you ask him for a stick
We see that all the elders respect him
But for them, he's still a kid

There's the lookout, the coalman and the doorman
Yeah, that's how it is in the neighborhood
There's theft, the minche or the neighborhood
Yeah, that's how it is in the neighborhood
The manager brings the earnings to the boss
Yeah, that's how it is in the neighborhood
It's 135 we don't talk much

There are a lot of jealous people
Who eye him when he rents a car
For him it's a party, a Fe-fe, a big joint
At the red light people block
Sometimes too harsh, big heart of stone
But when he can he gives
He doesn't draw attention, he wants to make a million
And people think he's sleeping
When he gets into a fight, don't get involved
He carries his balls alone in the melee
It's through the newspapers that we learn
That he's involved in big stories
The kid has grown up but he doesn't play the bandit
He keeps a low profile, he rented the 7azi
He makes the JuL sign, says it's magic
He rolls big joints while listening to my music
He's wary of everything, words, looks
He plugged the jammer into the cigarette lighter
Thinks about enemies until very late
He doesn't know anymore, he gets lost like in a fog
He texts in PGP, on the highway his car catches up with the TGV
There's "thug" written on his CV, all in cash nothing on the credit card

There's the lookout, the coalman and the doorman
There's theft, the minche or the neighborhood
The manager brings the earnings to the boss
It's 135 we don't talk much

Yeah, that's how it is in the neighborhood
There's the lookout, the coalman and the doorman
Yeah, that's how it is in the neighborhood
There's theft, the minche or the neighborhood
Yeah, that's how it is in the neighborhood
The manager brings the earnings to the boss
Yeah, that's how it is in the neighborhood
It's 135 we don't talk much

What I say, it's not a lie
What I do, it's quality
If you're a traitor it's BDH
If you're blood it's Carnalito
I don't play the Vito, I just avoid the struggle
Don't talk about love, we only think about emptying it
If you feel it, it's because deep down we're alike
I told myself "if one day I make it, forbidden to be like them"
What I want is to make my mother happy and put down all these snot-nosed kids

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