Oh yes
Wei is the butcher who speaks
Cops Petasse
It's Novara city eh
It's Novara city Ya Wled L9heb
They don't want me to sing
They don't want me to rap
But I can't not rap
There's no law that can stop
The voice of all streets
The hunger of all this street
Bring cops out of the club
You can even bring your mother
Because I sing anyway
Even outside in the parking lot
With my brother who plays the pieces
From the system of his Peugeot
We are the kids of the ghetto
Either hunger or success
What did the chief of police say?
Anyway, we'll see each other at the trial
And it's the Street brother it's the Street
And no you don't knock us down
In my menu
There's not what you eat
Brother it's the street
Hunger for fame down here
Head only for the flows
You no you don't knock us down
Stop,
Belek
I make the scene shake shake
They still don't know Zefe
On judgment day I arrive with the machete
Ah
Bang
If you want the beef
I have thirty six
You become beef
Ah ah
Your team
In the tajine
Brother it's Africa
When they arrested my brother
Without reason they crushed him
What did they write in the newspapers?
That we beat up the cops
Then the judge acquitted my brother
But no one talked about it anymore
Because the voice of a cop
Is stronger than an immigrant
Oh Mama
All these here want to stop me but
The madam doesn't touch the music
It won't stop the voice of these streets
Now that there's Zefe the scene is more Halal
And it's the Street
brother it's the Street
And no you don't knock us down
In my menu
There's not what you eat
Brother it's the street
Hunger for fame down here
Head only for the flows
You no you don't knock us down
And it's the Street brother it's the Street
And no you don't knock us down
In my menu
There's not what you eat
Brother it's the street
Hunger for fame down here
Head only for the flows
You no you don't knock us down

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