Stay on your guard
Look how we arrive
Even if we seem crazy
On their turf, we have to beat them
Don't backstab each other
But have a good time
Screw Chirac, getting out of here
Is a small miracle

I dream of 4x4 BMW, Mercedes Benz
Bentley, Scarlett Johansson, Amel Bent
I must tell the ladies respect
And that I no longer consume weed or Despe'
Neither mojito nor Martini nor Daiquiri
I'm a wild one
I drink white spirit
I want to be everywhere in the world like
The Laughing Cow and I never tan, I
Stay aspirin white
I have freestyles that kill
My lyrics stink but my crew slays
The MCs until there's none left
It's not because my name is Don that
I act like John Gotti
I have silly things to say
Like "move your body"
Anarchy across the planet
Total destruction is the only way
To clear the slate
Nothing can stop those
Who hold the controls
We don't want discomfort but
Money in the briefcases

FF is back, we have to hurt
If you're no longer on earth, it's
Time to come back down
FF is back, we have to hurt
It's simple, don't piss me off
Don't push us to get angry

For me, it's the debts, the lack
The rage, the bottom, the hunger
The corner, the rap, the blaze, the woman, the laziness
Go straight ahead, do what needs to be done
Take what needs to be taken
Let's forget the world and everything in it
Frank with the listener, cold with the editor
Alone when I'm broke, everyone
On my back when I'm a creditor
I have the power and the hunger
I don't know myself well enough
So I control but don't forget
Even if I let it slide
Don't fake friendship
My friends are ten times more reliable
Even for me, not for the life I have
I'm not much of a window shopper
Not much of a fashion-victim friend
I reek of street life, I could have
Been born in Vitry doing what I do
I would gain, I would lose, I would write there
I would watch over the family
As long as I live, I will sell my skin dearly
Learning the sound through blood
I lead my life cruise
Fight blood with sound, brother
Stay on your guard
Look how we arrive
Even if we seem crazy
On their turf, we have to beat them
Don't backstab each other
But have a good time
Screw Chirac, getting out of here
Is a small miracle

On your turntables, hold-up, we step
Into the club
Hey the mic' MC, watch how we arrive
Sound the alarm, give the alert, mister Menz'
Keep the faith, nothing to lose, ben-ben-benz
Today, still the same concerns
Family, job, and tasting
Price increase, salary decrease
Struggle in the population
Money should be consumed in moderation
I know we'll never sell as much
As Fifty or 2pac, that I'll never win
The millionaire or blackjack
Still on a crusade against this greedy state
Bastards in suits and ties
Thanks to God, I have the chance
To enjoy myself
Pay the bills and afford
What I desire, I savor life, it hasn't
Always been the case
Dream of SLK, beautiful villa, Vivica

FF is back, we have to hurt
It's our lives on phase
Let the sound spread, FF is back
We have to hurt
Relax, soon
We'll wreck everything

I dream of selling a million
I dream of going diamond
Buying a villa, saying here
It's for you, mom
I dream of seeing my loved ones
Safe before I die
With or without me, the day
Will still rise
I'm too stressed, in a hurry
I smoke to decompress
I might not have another
Chance, another try
I can't afford mistakes
I don't come from an easy world
I know my birth time, not
My death time
I want to do my thing, make my mark
Before my time comes
Before they dig my grave
I want to live, damn, I don't
Want to die now
In front of me, I have less time
I'll never be 20 again
I don't want to go back to square one
I dream of topping the charts
Not robbing a savings bank
I love my freedom too much to rot in a cage
I don't want to live cramped
I want to live large

Stay on your guard
Look how we arrive
Even if we seem crazy
On their turf, we have to beat them
Don't backstab each other
But have a good time
Screw Chirac, getting out of here
Is a small miracle

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