It's Poison on the beat, the speakers are bursting, bro

We just hit bingo, hey-eh
I bought another kilo, ah-ah
Would you commit a murder? Hey-eh
I have more balls than a Gambino (Gambino), ah-ah
Even today I call Dany, he brings the money to Lugano
At the airport I have ten irons, the cop doesn't give problems
Burberry t-shirt, dual SIM in the BlackBerry
Be careful or you'll get it, respect the gang

Fire, fire
My friend is fire
Fire, fire
I made a fire record (yeah)
Fire, fire (yeah, yeah)
17 Fire (yeah)
Fire, fire
I'm always the fire (ah)

Yeah (ah, ah, yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Yeah (ah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Fire (ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, eh)
Fire (ah, eh, yeah, yeah)
Fire

They want me inside, mami, even the Americans
Before I was in the middle of the streets, now the means is 'Rari
3arbi, not falafel, 3arbi travail shit Paris
His name is Bin Laden, his surname is El Gheddafi
Oh my love, my love, my love
Oh my love, my love, my love
It's my death, your life, my love
It's your death, my life, my love
People who talk a lot, enter, don't leave the gang
They say I cry a lot, "pesc moc" to you and your gang (yes)
I don't brag about it, I enter, I leave that cage (no, no)
I'm not guilty, I'm a saint, the devil enters, leaves me (ah, grr)

Yeah (ah, ah, yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Yeah (ah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Fire (ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, eh) (it's my death, your life, my love)
Fire (ah, eh, yeah, yeah) (it's your death, my life, my love)
Fire

Sitting at a table with a Neapolitan
To my right one from Milan
Look how much I like Italy
I know Zaccaria and all the brothers
Yours put in garbage, mine collect invoices
Sticks, kilos all of vegetables, white snow, the pure comes out
Everything here is censored, even when someone gets screwed
The rubber has been left lying, pirate, flag is showing
We are the ones from the L, the ones who never say "sorry"
We are not the type of person, we enter all types of zones
Adjustments in Barcelona, adjustments for a sound
Shots for a whistle, sh, they come out moved
Boats in the Atlantic, cash payments
Robberies in an attic, moments of panic
Mechanic suits, another pizzeria
Here they rob you just for costume jewelry
A Neapolitan, another from Milan
25 at the table and they are all brothers
And the weapons are on top and everyone shakes hands
It's just that here they never talk, veteran's mind

Fire, fire
My friend is fire
Fire, fire
I made a fire record (yeah)
Fire, fire (yeah, yeah)
17 Fire (yeah)
Fire, fire
I'm always the fire (ah)

Yeah (ah, ah, yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Yeah (ah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Fire (ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, eh)
Fire (ah, eh, yeah, yeah)
Fire

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