92, Hauts-de-Seine

So you want to act tough?
Ali, it's rare to hear me rap
Rare to see my face in times of peace
Keep my paranoia close to me
Booba, you know who I plead for
Not for those who bleed and complain
For the faces full of wounds that keep silent
Wounded
For the dough it's
From the C.P. of the J.9. to the P.C
Here there's no time, you have to let me
Here there are no aunts
Here there's nothing tender, nothing to understand
No misunderstanding or fakes in my ethnicity
Educated in the vices of the ghetto
They want my skin for what comes out of my Bic, or the size of my dick
Where I live, the quality of my shit
The ease pleases the pimps and their whores simulate at each pass
Track luxury
It doesn't exist in my district
Our laws are tough
Keep the weaklings away from what is destined for us
Move or it's blood red, 92 big

It's for the hotheads, the pure, the hard, the
Crazy ones who like to hear the police scream (hotheads)
Those who don't soften
I take the brothers to the ER high up
Because it's been violent since the playground

It's for the hotheads, the pure, the hard, the
Crazy ones who like to hear the police scream (hotheads)
Those who don't soften
I take the brothers to the ER high up
Because it's been violent since the playground

In my crew
There are no gays
Too many I.T.T
I can't explain, you would understand if you were there
Dedicated
To the ZAC
To the ZUP
Those who rob the BAC and the stups
Paris is full of pussies and nightclubs
There's nothing but conflicts, it's scary
The kids snatch bags and skirts
My rap doesn't fill prisons, it's the judge
Straight path under construction, ravages from the age of walking
Nothing to hide
All we have is known, what we own little
With the shit, the weed we help each other
Cough up the stress
Spit out our worries
The rage in suspense until the next day
We make our tens in hives
I need a hand
Brother, I need to make a profit

It's for the hotheads, the pure, the hard, the
Crazy ones who like to hear the police scream (hotheads)
Those who don't soften
I take the brothers to the ER high up
Because it's been violent since the playground

It's for the hotheads, the pure, the hard, the
Crazy ones who like to hear the police scream (hotheads)
Those who don't soften
I take the brothers to the ER high up
Because it's been violent since the playground

At home there are not the solutions that NATO injects
We dream of getting sucked while piloting a jet
And cut, all tired of acting tough
I've done good things
I don't know how many and that's the problem
And that's why we serve dirty sentences in cages
That's why you have to pay me in cash
We don't compare men of honor and givers
Stress and serenity
The breeze and the thunder
Those who bark and those who bite
Those who assure or who mess up
And those who lie
The traitors and those who lack
Our texts to yours

It's for the hotheads, the pure, the hard, the
Crazy ones who like to hear the police scream (hotheads)
Those who don't soften
I take the brothers to the ER high up
Because it's been violent since the playground

It's for the hotheads, the pure, the hard, the
Crazy ones who like to hear the police scream (hotheads)
Those who don't soften
I take the brothers to the ER high up
Because it's been violent since the playground

It's for the hotheads, the pure, the hard, the
Crazy ones who like to hear the police scream (hotheads)
Those who don't soften
I take the brothers to the ER high up
Because it's been violent since the playground

It's for the hotheads, the pure, the hard, the
Crazy ones who like to hear the police scream
Those who don't soften
I take the brothers to the ER high up
Because it's been violent since the playground

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