Being a Bolshevik is up to you
No more singles, no more albums: just fatwas
Rise and fight
It's war I need you I'm calling you tomorrow
Each to their own cross
I can't aim, clumsy bang bang
Don't touch my prey, it's heating up cold kala'
On the one, on the two, on the 9.3

Yeah, how's it going, Algiers?
The late-ba wants wads and Jack Da', massaged joint
Peace is like the hajj, better I do it when I'm old
Lateral overflow, gunshot on the passenger
Wow, you're happy, there's nothing left to share
Always discreet but never hidden
Then it ends in minced steak if the crew is angry
We're not going to let go of Mecca, the little brother is kalashed
Slap in your mother, we're going to tear it off you
You messed up, you're going to pay back for sure
I'll light you up in the hospital they'll teach you to walk again
We're going to smoke the weed
Ich, ich, high kick, block #SamySana
I'm not giving you any chance like at Planète Rap de Bors
I've got the biggest rrain-té in the game, I'm dealing at the Maracana
Fianso!

I haven't even started, you're disgusted
I don't have any buzz but don't worry I'm being listened to
I'm going to castrate them
At the base, it's the hit it's The Caste'
No more pity, I'm going to spray these bitches without counting them
In Marseille, all the kids for the money sell shit do the hagra
Only sos' cases, only bullets
Vatos Locos, we're atrocious
It lifts in cross, it makes pursuits
It makes big hits, big money and right away
You want some good shit there's some around here
Given your accent, you're not from here
Be careful of everything, because in Marseille it goes ta ta ta just like in Russia
Let me do it, I'll take care of it
They want to make war, we're well equipped
You have some machine, we have machines
We don't fight we're assassins
Marseille 13.0.16, it's the base
9.3 Fianso passed me the ball
Bylka Prod is in the game
We're heading straight for the goal you to the exit
Brigi

My balls and I are the trio
No more singles, no more albums, just clowns
Just clowns, there are those who roar and those who meow
Ask Fianso
To not leave a trace rob the bald skull
We've been mastering the thing since we were kids
To the N, to the I, to the Ninho
In front of the cannons only Harba tselek
Dadinho is dead say hello to Zé Peque'
Shit mes-gra, zipette mes-gra
And in the fonce-dé I lost my lighter
Take a seed, make it grow
Resell it and maybe you'll have some blur
I see them making war, for 3 francs 6 sous
Lower lip in the Chivas or Grey Goose
On the one on the two on the three
What I'm doing is called hagra
You like it you sniff it it comes from Gwadada
The needle goes up to 200 flashed by the radar
Revenge is cold it comes from Canada
I'm probably going to die like Kennedy
Who did what, with whom? I have no idea.

Touch my brother, I'll avenge him
I'll spill all the blood I have
I always make the engineers drunk
When I feel them too sober, I'll bring you a 100G
I don't give a damn, it's just rap
If there's something to do, we'll do it (93 Bandito)
At nine, at three, at the murder
You want money, sell the S
I wait impatiently between the milli and the hess (the money, the money!)
I'm between the cashier and the cash register
I have to hurry, I have a meeting in the 16th
You shouldn't have let me go, nervous like Fianso
Kalashed, I only light up combos
No one buys us, cut with a machete like the brothers from Congo
Bring your girl, we use her as bait
Come see us if you don't have
Smoke your cigarette or we'll beat you up
There's a settled consequence when I go to the bar
We walk in crocodile in the VIP square
All the tess are equipped
I fire a burst, I don't look
I'll see on FB if there's an RIP

I'm not your little brother, don't play footsie with me
If there's a problem, I send a group message
You're going to taste, Val d'Argenteuil upscale city
You have to listen, to the star of the youth don't play if you don't have a foot
We put you baking soda then in the soup
At nine, at five, at Zezupé
If you get caught, I've boxed more than one
Your girl the sausage, shut your mouth, give the loot
If I took your skates it's because they were Louboutin
You get up early in the morning
The cops we do satin quietly
You want to make war on me, I disagree
If you attack me, you attack Val Nord
I'm the little protege of my city, don't be dead
We crush your head at the fall of the Raptor
Assault rifle, we whip your lasso
Val d'Argenteuil 9.5, photocopy the back
Negro, we scar you we're not here for the bullet for your blablas
I'm in the province with So
We beat up your guru in boubou
Jump into the melee trampling in Loubou
Here as at taraweh you will stand
Beat you up, buddy if you have a cave-mouth
I'm in (?)
Only my mother is (inaudible)
Stay back you're wrecked
You went to plant the little brothers are angry
Take it easy, it's not because you don't care that you're listed
Here the little brothers of 8 years spend their time showing off
You want to play, we'll play
Your game we don't play if we can't cheat

Untouchable like Omar
Nothing attracts me but dollars
I place one to all my prisoners
Dirty bastard your journey deserves a spit
S' AKA the rocket waiting for its takeoff
When it comes to kicking no one is there, bro it's a shame
I crumble a long kamass of ketama, make the collage
We're not here to unpack our feelings even under cool-al
Only bastard guys
Gun and dope in the closet
We burst you like in Black Ops
And you turn off hashtag Black-out
If you pushed me you're drooling
Just an hour and everything is detailed
Don't worry it's going to work hard
When I arrive you want to run away
And you find yourself like a boat without wind
And you feel like you're ending up on the ceiling
No, you shouldn't have been the gravel
The watchers have finished their round
R.A.S. in the surroundings
We need villas, irons and blondes
As well as two or three million around
Fianso, tell them we're not going to drop our pants
And that even the big fish, might bite the hook
XVBarbar

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