And I hear all the Zulus
They're talking about Zouk
What do they know about
Braves? Orly fuck the wreck
There's everything you need like in the old days
I drink a glass to yours
And a good time, I need to
Apologize for the moment, han
Courage is better than money
Solidarity is seriously present in the crisis
And present in the good plans
Don't let go of the grip
Check out the third half-time
A sil-fu for ten guys
Shoot and cut while running

In the good old days
There were no money stories
We were united, and it was our fortune
There were not only moments
Happy ones that we shared
If we had to set fire I swear
We went there I'm talking about a time when
We squatted the asphalt
And strangely, I have bitterness
Why do you think people
From tess' respected us?
They avoided coming to test us
Even if they hated us
Because we were united
(In the good old days)
Because we were together
Remember at the Ideal J concert
(We were united)
There was really everyone

You know, there was danger, but love
Deep down I am K'1 Fry forever
I love my brothers, I know our story
We have known more defeats than victories
LAS, MAD
I can't count all the deceased brothers
We no longer count the sacrificed brothers
Mafia K'1 Fry I know what it is
Raise your arm (ah) remember (ah)
You can't test, there's no fire
There's no raah from the Demi to the 113
I'm still a guy from the 183
Forever, my heart is tied
To the Half-Moon, you can't forget
Even if we paid the
High price for our insolence
I'm still fighting for
Our teenage dreams

In the good old days
There were no money stories
We were united, and it was our fortune
There were not only moments
Happy ones that we shared
If we had to set fire I swear
We went there
In the good old days, we were united

It was the time of Reebok Royal
Guns under the mattresses
The brothers were all loyal
In front of the bar we all assumed
The time of the jewel and bank robbery
For some while others were doing
Back and forth to Dam' for the field
The air of underground business
Big social case parties
In concert moved in block to make
The weight if they were too much
Balls, triggers, for kilos
Hiding places the dough swarming under the
Calfskins, carefree
Ready to take life
Glasses on the blase or bicrave
Fierce for the bitches
Always stories of outrage, JB
It broke the ice
United when it was hot, I
Burned with a hot iron, on my back
The good old days
Where we shone in the ghetto
But it was too much, the rage, the
Cops, death, mowed us down, eradicated
All our dreams, but strengthening our unity
Without pity
We were all bound by friendship and blood
Destined to endure the worst
And always take it

When I evoke the good old days
My memories remain intact
I feel like it was yesterday
I still have the impacts
United with each other
There were no money stories
It was teasing, doing push-ups and
Pull-ups on the asphalt
I'm talking about a time when on the field
It was going down bottles of sky'
That those under 20 can't know
Ask Dry
In the old days we were full, we had nothing
We were good
If there was one who wanted to test
We trampled him with more than 20
Our bitches were called
The sound of the click click bang
There was plenty of skunk, kills
Guns at that time we were young
But we already thought like old people
There was Farid Kimbatia
Together we needed nothing
It slept more than 15
In an apartment at Mosko's
On me I always had my 15
I can't count the nights at the depot
If Manssa and Lassna were still there
It wouldn't happen like that until death
It's for you that I give this

In the good old days
There were no money stories
We were united, and it was our fortune
There were not only moments
Happy ones that we shared
If we had to set fire I swear
We went there I'm talking about a time when
We squatted the asphalt
And strangely, I have bitterness
Why do you think people
From tess' respected us?
They avoided coming to test us
Even if they hated us

In the good old days, we were united

One family, one clan
All valiant, all soldiers
All lieutenants I remember
The scrums, the break-ins, the pochons
The pump hidden in the trash
Respect, trust
Orly, Choisy, Vitry
Violence and these circumstances
They saw us as
A criminal organization
And we didn't realize
That being together was a privilege
Mafia K'1 Fry, Until death
Because we believe in life
2006, 2007, for 2008, good old times

In the good old days, we were united

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