Four mamé, yeah
Ban-banshee

The street, the revenge, call the manager, the ground is slippery, it kills the bandits
At zero are the counters and it doesn't answer anymore when the phone rings, it put a tracker on you
The walls have ears, the seers are full-mouthed
That it falsely accuses you, it makes the charger talk
Charged with emotions, no more religion, no more sensation, execution, all are tension
Only sanctions, acceleration on the national road, I manage the ratio
Brother, I reassure you, I have the cardio, on the radio, on the hard rap
I make tracks in the car, fuck censorship, we get by
I rapped in the block, I didn't tear off any necklace
Smoking at school, I arrived with my eyes glued
Don't be stupid, there's always someone crazier than the boss (rah)
Capo de Capi, to life, to death

Hey miss, (?) the Q7
I'm not going to marry you, I'm going to skin you then drop you off
You're my baby, you push me around (tchou, tchou)
It's Marseille, baby, not the capital
We loaded the compartments and the headrests (han)
Grow the capital, Nacer, serve me a kichta, then buy back the captain
Amigo, the snitch, it's the clique
There's even (?), They burst in three like the Migos
T-max 530, Triumph 430, grr, paw, I make the JuL sign at 230

In Marseille, we walk even if it's not the Bahamas
Shoplifting, drug trafficking and Kamagra
From Noailles to Cala', ask the guys from Paname
Wanted in Canada, exiled to Panama
Downtown, the Romanians are playing maracas
Sah Khalid and Karima and you're khabat in Caracas
Sometimes, it skids, tracked by the camera, it blows the salary at Pamela
There are twelve in the gasolina, tonight, I'm going to make Carolina dance
Under cocaine, you're like Toto Riinà, I want Donna Imma and the tchoutchourina

Marseille, Paname, in our cities, it's Gomorra
Tonight, I'm taking Madame, we're walking in the Panamera
It's how you pay, you die, burst, it's become banal
At our place, you touch the dope, the profit, thank you Lebara

It's the Lemon, they didn't expect me and I'm going to shock your aunts
It takes out the krr-krr from the glove box
I'm putting the rubber on, I'm coming at full speed, always on time
Thank you J for putting my index finger on the trigger
They make the news, we make the headlines
Busted in the evening, you have to avoid us (pah, pah, pah, pah)
In the chap, we are gloved, it comes from Pablo, big, you recognized the team
24, I'm in the third quarter, nothing to celebrate, black Glock in the notch-sa, it's going to explode
It's not Dadi', big, it's Ze Pe' (yeah), the spilled blood hasn't dried (pah, pah, pah)

Minimum six without the three six (waow)
It delivers to your home like the Three Swiss (pah)
Only cash, only liquid, no check, check
We come back for revenge, you say hachek
It's Marseille on the A7, I'm driving at 2.3, I have shit at 2.6, mache at 3.3
Urus 4x4, before, it was 5-5
Charcoal 7/7, drains the kil' in less than two
For the drooler, I have the plata, full Prada on the Prado, it gets khabat
Wait, I have the tools, I don't have abs, at worst, I have my Opi', I'm a clando

Here, all the kids are on a plan (yeah)
H24, the cops are on the rrain-te
The security is to invest in a pump (square)
It's the street of my lauds-sa and my spoiled ones
Speak well, it's going to fuck your mother
Everything is new, don't dirty my pair (ooh)
Paris-Marseille to control the earth
Anti-bdh who moves away from craters
When it's me who's driving, you're only stuck to the headrest (mmh, yeah)
The street calls me, I have a hard time leaving it (eh, eh)
It's only in football that we pause at half-time
With the J, it listens to me in Aquitaine

We're bad, you're lucky, we miss you, you're not lucky, we fuck you (we fuck you)
Be careful what you say
In the street, the walls have big ears like the Champions League
It's the 1.3, it's the big classico, traffic, rental, plated Lewandowski
Let them make thugs, they come in for the driving license
They come out for good behavior (ah, ah, ah, ah)
(?) It's the thirteen, it's Cantona, there are only hot heads in the street subscribed
If we touch your heart, it's not to give you love
It's to steal your Daytona (yeah)

Marseille, Paname, in our cities, it's Gomorra
Tonight, I'm taking Madame, we're walking in the Panamera
It's how you pay, you die, burst, it's become banal
At our place, you touch the dope, the profit, thank you Lebara

Marseille, Paname, in our cities, it's Gomorra
Tonight, I'm taking Madame, we're walking in the Panamera
It's how you pay, you die, burst, it's become banal
At our place, you touch the dope, the profit, thank you Lebara

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES