Hey boy, screw the music
I listen to the drums
Apart from that, gun noises
In the street it's bam bam
Niggas want my skin, talk bad about me
Brandishing weapons
I tell you come-come
Hey boy, screw the music
I listen to the drums
Apart from that, gun noises
In the street it's bam bam

It's Alpha 520, the realest black guy
Gangster in a big boubou but there
Is no one fresher 93 Hustler, mangy animal
A million under the mattress
But I'm a hungry one
Leave the shit to the little ones
I move on to the powder
Boy, you can criticize me but I
Don't give a damn and I'll be a gangster whether
I'm poor or rich
Appetite for bullets, I have enough to feed you
That's why the spirit is
Eaten away by remorse and I ask for forgiveness as soon
As I see that I'm wrong
If I don't have a gun
Nigga I have a knife
Niggas make a movie
Then they flash their flash
Save the charger don't waste
Your shells I dodge bullets
As if I was in Matrix

Hey Alpha it's O'Rosko here
I'm at the flea market, I'm waiting for you
Deuce-deuce

Hey boy, screw the music
I listen to the drums
Apart from that, gun noises
In the street it's bam bam
Niggas want my skin, talk bad about me
Brandishing weapons
I tell you come-come
Hey boy, screw the music
I listen to the drums
Apart from that, gun noises
In the street it's bam bam
Niggas want my skin, talk bad about me
Brandishing weapons
I tell you come-come

Don't make it seem like you
Didn't know
My guns come from Israel
My girls come from Guadeloupe
Pointe-à-Pitre, ragga
They want me to become a dad
But at this stage of my life
I don't even bother
Alpha the only real one since
Black Jack of the Bosquets
93 Épinay, in front of the drive posted
Stop following my steps
By the cops I'm tracked
If I die nigga, I'll miss Dakar
Find a girl, hold her
You're a dog, call her
If she sucks on the first day
I tell you let her go
And don't even scratch her
Because life is a bitch
I keep my head high
Boy like a skyscraper
And I crush the building, more the bodybuilder
Carry high my colors, Dakar gangbanger
Preach like a pastor
But you don't even listen to me
And I walk deuspi death
Comes quickly
Find me in Bondy or in Épinay
Death knocks at my door
I'm not going to hide
And life is not fair
Why do you want me to be?
My friends get stabbed
Then come to bleed in my arms

Hey boy, screw the music
I listen to the drums
Apart from that, gun noises
In the street it's bam bam
Niggas want my skin, talk bad about me
Brandishing weapons
I tell you come-come
Hey boy, screw the music
I listen to the drums
Apart from that, gun noises
In the street it's bam bam
Niggas want my skin, talk bad about me
Brandishing weapons
I tell you come-come

It's ga-ga-gangsta
It's ga-ga-gangsta
It's ga-ga-gangsta

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