Bad times, my brothers are insanely unstable
Blowing a fuse, ready to fight against a football stadium
We wake up in the gas, with dark circles under our eyes
The need for the essentials arises, we must not let ourselves be cornered
We sell hash, weed, coke and MD
Yes, we were once good kids
Life is not easy, everyone wants to get it
We're going to lose everything and maybe it's too late to admit it
Even when it's pure, they want to cut the dope
They want the hot chick in a small coupe in Cannes
Listen to me well, a real word
When you have money you have friends
When you're down there's no one
The bakery is big, why all on one cake?
In January I was in jail, in December on a boat
Staghfoullah forgive me, my God but I take advantage
Trials slow me down but my son grows up too fast
Love, passion, happiness, loyalty
Breakup, lie, anger, drowning
Trip to Hell, V.I.P, chill
War time, hoodie, cold heart, ice floe
Search, I see tears falling on Papa's cheeks
In custody the commissioner blew the papache
No more Barbados, you know we don't talk
They're fools, they didn't even find my bulletproof vest
The prosecutor talks to me badly, my guy it's banal
We live in palaces, we make sick amounts of money
It's normal and by Allah I have my Kala'
You wanted to do me, you had the go but I wasn't there
Used to driving without a license
I smoke the bastard's hit between Toulouse and Perpi'
A special from Baghdad to Verneys
For me unlimited hash even if the blocks are closed
A penchant for luxury, we've tasted hardship
Fuck Polnareff's mother, a big special to Hef
I come from the 9-4, we need everything
This is for all the cities and suburbs that surround us
In 2015 still the same battle
I don't want to get screwed by sons of bastards
My guy you have to stop, you swear "the Koran of Mecca"
You give money to your girl, how much do you give to your mother huh?
You like hotels, you like to give your ass
At our place we find you in a thermal bag
You've made some money, you've sucked some dicks
But for the rent, did you give any bills?
We know who is who, we know who does what
A beast of a scam, even in Quebecois
You talk about the street, about Monaco
I don't like moralists who have their noses in coke
In short, hey big guy, are you in sync?
Like me, you love money more than big breasts
Values, principles, Mama
I'm just a human being, I'm going off the rails and I love the FAMAS
We love real sums, hundred carat diamonds
We love real men, Lassana Diarra
This is for those who hate, for those who support
You speak ill of me, your mother is just a pig
They want to see the little ones end up in custody
I was never alone when I had money
13 years old: Lacoste, perfumed with sewers
I'm not finished: 30 years old, still being listened to
They want to break our backs, destroy our families
Son of a bitch, I have a hundred kilos in the suitcase
You have to count the benefits of Holland
On vacation on the Moon, I leave you in Koh-Lanta
Eat mosquitoes, I hope it's good
At noon my son eats langoustines
May God bear witness, you play the thug
But when you're in shit, they don't eat rocks
They want my head, they want to tear my stomach
I saw them love me then piss against the wind
From the top of my fortress, I kill them by the hundreds
Let them govern this band of headless kings
They love power too much but can't admit it
You can unleash the waters, I'm in Noah's Ark
With a knotted stomach, they only play
Don't worry, I know how the story will unfold
You have the big engine that goes to Hell
Lying to the liar is drinking from his glass
Always the same old song, lose everything and fuck everything
Go suck trannies in a pub in Phuket
Yes, the conquest, there's the armed team
I'm not talking about your team, the little kibbles
9-4 has the banana, passing through Bondy
Dangerous is the ballad, our streets are cursed big guy
Nine-four, Ripro
Tell them Bellek I fuck them even if I'm blocked
They're not going to do anything, they're just a bunch of coked-up idiots.

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