Banshee
Woah

I'm a Corsican Comorian
I've got scouts posted up everywhere in the hood
In the 13th, we got the stuff that comes from Raoult's lab
It's war in Marseilles, don't worry, got my beeper close to my elbow
I'm in my mood, man
MCs collapse like on Aubagne Street (Aubagne Street)
In the States, they got Kylie, and we got Maeva Ghennam (Maeva Ghennam)
We don't have the Champs-Elysees, we stroll around in an organized gang
In the drop, I've got the RPG, it's Marseilles, the Organized 13
We got guns and we got tanks, it's like Verdansk in the hood
If you wanna start dealing, they even have Happy Meal menus now
The need to count it up, to smell the bills
Poverty makes us think twice about everything

I pull up in two seconds flat, it's tough (ok)
It's gets dark when we get out
We're in the game, we're in the bath
We're dangerous, don't sweat it, there's loads of us
Don't sweat it, there's loads of us, pas the spliff around
You know the cartel, you know the hood
You broke up with her over the phone, goddamn
She's harassing you, she's giving you loads of drama
I'm deep in my cocktail, my album
It comes from Marseilles, buddy, it sells well
Now, I'm off to the hotel, the Ritz-Carlton
She's after me since I got to the top ten

I'm wanted, I got too many debts
The prisons stink like hot triggers
And your hoe isn't smoking hot, she's just had surgery
I'll put a hole in you whenever you want, like on the A7
Machine guns, behind bars
You get hit without any warning
My eyes are red in front of the bikers
I put a whole network in my joint
There's no Tupac and there's no Biggie
It's Marseilles here, my dear (and ra-ta-ta)
I ordered up some French tacos with biggy sauce
I'm fucked up, not getting dressed again (and ra-ta-ta)
Nothing but deadbeats, they're jumping into the pit
They get out the material, they're zoned-out by la Rose
They're popping wheelies, what a hottie, the vibe is awful
Don't play the big tough guy, you don't have your associates here

I'm not one of those who speak without knowing anything
You're not supposed to keep your balls in your mouth
Don't play the toughest bitch, don't mow down everybody just for glory
You're only a hard man when you've been drinking
My nerves are raw, we're hunting the king for the loot
They'll stick up your little business, they want your kilos
We're in the warzone, I won't make you any sketches
You're acting big in the club, why not try it out in the parking lot?
It gets dangerous, like when you're cuckolded
Or when they come charging at you in a big cube
You're counting on a bitch who's counting on a bitch
Loaded up, I'll tell 'em, "who wants a bullet in the ass?"
A car chase in the hood, a bike popping a wheelie
When it's for the loot, you're always on time
You're even wishing the worst luck to your buddy
You're a real whipped dude, I won't give you the time of day

RS Q3, I got the bandita with me
It's a warzone, don't come visit us
They call me "The Machine", got nothing but big hits
We're the Organized 13, just like in Heat
I only shoot the bull's-eye, a real elite sniper
It's been seven years since I joined the elite
The kids have got the gloves on, they wanna get screwed over, screwed over
I don't wanna die like that famous guy from the Beatles
How much profit have I made for the people who profit off others?
To think that I earn my living thanks to the listeners
Fuck whoever's jealous, I make the Audi roar late at night
A better pilot on a motorcycle than behind a monitor (warzone)

And make way for me
A millionaire dressed up like a gangsta scumbag (warzone)
We deal, we rob, we pistol-whip, we rob
If there's a chase, hide the stash (warzone)
Say word, we're starving
There are those who have fangs, others that are without salaries (warzone)
We're firing back, it's the Organized 13, just like in Heat

I show up in the hood and the kid is looking at me funny
He says "I've never seen you before", obviously, I'm as old as your dad
Even if you're doing your job, don't play the gangster
You'll catch a big slap and you'll fall to the ground
I'm just doing the work, go ask your cousin
Like in the series about Marsiglia, if you talk you're in trouble
Oh, come on, go and act like a Nazi
We'll smoke, smoke, murk-murk you in front of your neighbor
There's nothing but coke, they've switched up the product
But it's still the same block since the Ghandi days
Pop a wheelie and get the shorties wet
You always get the same chicks attracted to gangsters

Welcome to the hood, welcome to the warzone
Got the same mentality as Joey Barton's son
They'll serve you what you want, they'll be impolite
In the 1.3, they're selling it in kilos, in tons
You're taking too much time, I don't need you
Little lamb, I'm fingering you
I'm doing it slowly, I'm doing it delicately
I've never worn gloves like a teddy bear
Yeah, it's crazy shit, on the bridge, popping off at random
Aim for the neck, riding on a TMAX, bye, bye
The Organized 13, buddy, we're tough
Worst case scenario, we'll pull out the V2 rockets for the homos
Warn your son, I'm advancing without any pistons
If you try to snake me I'll pull out the python on you
The whole street's on their handlebars, going after the loot
I'll fuck you up, I'll tear up your auntie (pa-pa-pa-pa)
We got hunting rifles, we're not throwing punches
Come on by, we'll go visit Stathan
It's only on the beat that we've kicked ass
And in 2020, we're not shooting for the waist

La Scampia, where do you get your inspiration?
I have a tendency to dig deep in my brain
It ends badly over by Vague S, listen to me (listen to me)
If you lay a finger on the fam, we're gonna whip you
Marseilles is intense, we got the brand-new box sets
Little stash of product in a big whip, baby
I'm either stashing away the hash, or betting it like everything else I earn
You're not tough, gringo, everything comes to pass, I'm making my spine work
I'm either stashing away the hash, or betting it like everything else I earn
You're not tough, gringo, everything comes to pass, I'm making my spine work

(Warzone)
And make way for me
A millionaire dressed up like a gangsta scumbag (warzone)
We deal, we rob, we pistol-whip, we rob
If there's a chase, hide the stash (warzone)
Say word, we're starving
There are those who have fangs, others that are without salaries (warzone)
We're firing back, it's the Organized 13, just like in Heat (warzone)

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