93 Hardcore!
93 Hardcore!
93 Hardcore!

Everyone wants to light up, everyone wants to get it
It's the end of the line, there's no more love
93 Hardcore!
Raise your arms if you're strong
My northern suburb wants big money
Yet our hands are in the mud
Everyone wants to light up, everyone wants to get it
It's the end of the line, there's no more love
93 Hardcore!
Raise your arms if you're strong

In my 93, bro, we're too much in the sharps
When we fuck it's hundred-leaf whores, not our five fingers
Department of good-char
We want to fill our pockets
But little one I've told you a hundred times, no one is without flaws
Lucifer you're too good, come let's get high
Unfaithful, Mrs. Misery is too frail and much too ugly
We need to help each other, we need profit
Bro so that we stay on the right track
We need less guns and more money
Prison life, there's no security here
We're just being persecuted
But you're going to lose against Beelzebub
If you've had a good education
It's better than a heavy sentence, you know
What to do with the asphalt
Is it to see brothers screwing each other over or killing each other?
Fuck, I've figured out your macabre plan
More young people in the morgue means fewer young people at the bar
The life I have you know it by heart since it's the same everywhere
I'll fuck France until she loves me
Even condemned we get out on parole
We find ways
How many of us want to count hundreds of sse-lia
Our lives without peace and too much pain
Go ahead, keep the peach
Too many fathers in slippers watch their sons fall in Boboche
Empty pockets, we take down the traitors
We play the cards of our lives at the bottom of the tess
Seine-Saint-Denis you shouldn't have tested
There are corpses in front of the bars
And a bit everywhere geuch'
You're scared but this is my 93 all this
It's dead drunk guys, beaks to feed without a kopeck
The dek are really disrespectful
But I fuck the teur-inspect
Here no one is virgin like our criminal records
Fool you only make a disappointed mother when you fuck justice
Bro, the street is just a moving coffin
It only takes a gunshot for us to call the ambulance
Hurricane of violence for a bit of opulence
I can't take it anymore
Don't tell me where you hide your safe or I'll pull out my gun

Everyone wants to light up, everyone wants to get it
It's the end of the line, there's no more love
93 Hardcore!
Raise your arms if you're strong
My northern suburb wants big money
Yet our hands are in the mud
Everyone wants to light up, everyone wants to get it
It's the end of the line, there's no more love
93 Hardcore!
Raise your arms if you're strong

In my 93, it's all about testosterone
Come taste the serum, if you back down we'll rob you
If you resist, protect your sternum
We're all men and you can't do anything about it
I come from where if you're weak, it's with iron bars
That we deal with
Juvenile paranoid
We toughen up among the impulsive
We don't take shortcuts
Since they can reduce your life expectancy
We all dream of 40 million dollar shots
And of a cooperative chick who surely won't have a say
So to achieve this, all means are good
In this race for money, don't slow down
Before you can one day amortize
You can imagine that in my 9-3 we know how to do it
Whether it's in sports or in the ter-ter
Tell yourself that we fuck your mother
We're all proud at the bottom of our towers
But this bastard wants to put us in jail
Now how will his little one get his piece?
We are fully aware of all our academic failures
But everything would be different if the Sorbonne was located in Auber'
But no, damn it, you wanted to screw me in the long term?
Come take a tour in my 9-3 if you love it so much
Where the mountains of coke come straight from Colombia
Where the zombies are more present than in Haiti
This life is hardcore
But I love this bitch to death
Can you afford to be shot down without making a dime?
Death to virtue!
As a vacationer and active actor of my misfortunes
I was too afraid that I had to start drinking
Still not gold record but still too much to say
Too many things to run away from
That I don't even sleep when I sleep
You've seen in my department it's like everywhere
There are sons who turn bad and girls who end up in orgies
Fortunately, it's not general, there are also people who work
Little brothers who slap the BACs
And Asians who work under the table
93 Hardcore, raise your arms if you're strong
This is for those who listen at the doors and those who don't eat pork

Everyone wants to light up, everyone wants to get it
It's the end of the beans, there's no more love
93 Hardcore!
Raise your arms if you're strong
My North suburb wants big money
Yet our hands are in the mud
Everyone wants to light up, everyone wants to get it
It's the end of the beans, there's no more love
93 Hardcore!
Raise your arms if you're strong

Everyone wants to light up, everyone wants to get it
It's the end of the beans, there's no more love
93 Hardcore!
Raise your arms if you're strong
My North suburb wants big money
Yet our hands are in the mud
Everyone wants to light up, everyone wants to get it
It's the end of the beans, there's no more love
93 Hardcore!
Raise your arms if you're strong

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