We're not of the same blood group, not of the same crew
Cousin the same hatred, Hauts-de-Seine, Hauts-de-Seine
(Illegal like guns and cocaine, Lunatic)
Hauts-de-Seine, Hauts-de-Seine

I'm one of those problem kids, who expect nothing from the system, live at 200
When I'm fed up I make my money on the side
With, Ali Booba, the gun and its charger, I sing stoned
And I don't give a damn about your advice
Some shoot up, me it's weed and peanut sauce
Failure is common I punch my struggle into the machine
Xanax and Rohypnol among the rejects, who come to tell you
That the Earth is beautiful, round like a pill
There are strong and weak, hard-core and fabe
Heroin is fabulous but when you stop you have to redecorate
Life is hard, it hurts as soon as it starts
That's why we all cry at birth
And on top of that they want us to leave
After these sons of bitches are surprised when there are nails in the gas bottles
So much shit and so few toilets
The ninth sea of blood, with A.L.I. my three-letter mate
The dope talks and this bitch whispers to you
Cousin put on your syringe-proof vest, because if you die, I die
One L.O.V.E., I don't want to see you dead at the scraper
Negro mix your coke with water

We're not of the same blood group, not of the same crew
Cousin the same hatred, Hauts-de-Seine, Hauts-de-Seine
(Illegal like guns and cocaine, Lunatic)
Hauts-de-Seine, Hauts-de-Seine
Not my blood group, not of the same crew
Cousin the same hatred, Hauts-de-Seine, Hauts-de-Seine
(Illegal like guns and cocaine, Lunatic)
Hauts-de-Seine, Hauts-de-Seine

Life is a long test, the more we advance the more trials come
There that the real heads retain
The links and that the traitors make sure that unity
Remains only a word, an idea, no matter if you are alone
Or in committee, we will all end up under the ground
For now, above, insist on doing things right
The final goal is celestial, cause for my universal soldier
Living in a gloomy environment
Harmful, concrete is like a tomb for the weak
A lot of clowns want to bluff
Live off fables, chatter, too much act or die is the rule
Addicted to violence
The news alternates like day and night
The street mothers, delinquency, crime pays
Far from reaching its end
International language, that of arms
From the Ministry of Defense to mini-stars drug dealers
Kill for interests, death is not a mystery
Blood quenches the thirst for revenge, shoot and bury
Who is the man?
The one who takes life or gives it
The one who rises for the blessed paradise
Or the one who sinks towards the damned hell
Hauts-de-Seine, Hauts-de-Seine, Hauts-de-Seine

We're not of the same blood group, not of the same crew
Cousin the same hatred, Hauts-de-Seine, Hauts-de-Seine
(Illegal like guns and cocaine, Lunatic)
Hauts-de-Seine, Hauts-de-Seine
Not my blood group, not of the same crew
Cousin the same hatred, Hauts-de-Seine, Hauts-de-Seine
(Illegal like guns and cocaine, Lunatic)
Hauts-de-Seine, Hauts-de-Seine
Not my blood group, not of the same crew
Cousin the same hatred, Hauts-de-Seine, Hauts-de-Seine
(Illegal like guns and cocaine, Lunatic)
Hauts-de-Seine, Hauts-de-Seine
Not my blood group, not of the same crew
Cousin the same hatred, Hauts-de-Seine, Hauts-de-Seine
(Illegal like guns and cocaine, Lunatic)
Hauts-de-Seine, Hauts-de-Seine

(Illegal group, legal blood group)
We squeeze you, we bleed you
(Hauts-de-Seine)

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