Heuss the Bastard, bunch of bastards, hey
What a spirit

Heuss the Bastard, tah the Honda, ST clique, big team
Elite drug dealers, I say hello, bye, salute
Listen to how salty the sixteen is, fuck your mothers, bunch of bitches
The BAC, the dep, the blues who gallop
Stop, pull-up, I'm zlotting a sucker
Word of Tres Puntos, I don't betray the Honda, ganks like a Vatos
Ask Coste, there will surely be some breakage
Cesc Fàbregas to end up in a palace, my guys
Ganks since the time of SEGA
Here, there's a segue, it's a saga, the cops know it
Anyway, I abbreviate, straight into Nadège's asshole
By fucking in Brussels, I get the Belgian accent (big money, big money)

I'm on the field, just like Hakan Şükür
"Artena!", it runs, looking for an emergency exit
The street, the prison, I have visiting room second round
The big snitches, I don't see them in the yard
Me, I'm here for pure, a business that augurs
I'm on the field, just like Hakan Şükür
"Artena!", it runs, looking for an emergency exit
The street, the prison, I have visiting room second round
The big snitches, I don't see them in the yard
Me, I'm here for pure, a business that augurs

Every day, I hang out with a lot of garbage
I hang out with guys tah Dodo the Brine
Apparently, the exit is sure
I'm surrounded by sure girls, I'm not alone, I reassure you
I'll spend the summer in the heart of the tess
In front of the binks, I'll do the hess
In the middle of winter, I warm up in the car
Heuss the Bastard in the Apès' apartment, I'm with Los Pepes
The pure from Medellín, the cut and then the press
I have a meeting at The Island in the 93
I'm going to nahass in the 92
Today I've sold them more than 80 doses
But it's just for the cause
I have to make ous-s and inflate my bag
One-way trip to Rotterdam, it might be worth the detour

I'm on the field, just like Hakan Şükür
"Artena!", it runs, looking for an emergency exit
The street, the prison, I have visiting room second round
The big snitches, I don't see them in the yard
Me, I'm here for pure, a business that augurs
I'm on the field, just like Hakan Şükür
"Artena!", it runs, looking for an emergency exit
The street, the prison, I have visiting room second round
The big snitches, I don't see them in the yard
Me, I'm here for pure, a business that augurs

Heuss the Bastard, bunch of bastards, hey
What a spirit

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