| From school to jail, from hash to coke | 
| They slept together, they shot each other | 
| Fear no longer exists, far from the right direction | 
| For a few tickets you end up in the cemetery | 
| Mexico, some chose exile for fear of twisting | 
| He finds you in a neighboring country when you wanted to fuck her | 
| Morning, evening, the past binds us | 
| We walk away, we forget, we know who'll be smoking outside your door | 
| Vengeances, fights, bullets in the head of your homies | 
| The crying doesn't stop anymore, it seems it will never be the same again | 
| My big ones they are on the run in Morocco, on a walk in Fresnes | 
| I understand that there's nothing that scares you anymore, I saw you do it without your brothers | 
| The past marks and leaves scars | 
| Everyone saw you riddled with bullets | 
| By force everyone finds it normal | 
| On the Mexico side, it's for real | 
| Big if you my brother, they take my life, they take yours | 
| Calibrated in our corner, I wait for them to come like Bin Laden | 
| Loving is no longer worth it, their friendship disappointed me | 
| So if you shoot them, you won't hide in the south | 
| From Basses to Dottes-Beau, on the Mexico side | 
| One man on the ground, 2 bastards on the bike | 
| We recover on a braquo, brave we don't talk too much | 
| I see you're dead, I say "Allah y rahmo" even if in truth I didn't love you too much | 
| They don't know their story, those who do it, they haven't seen anything | 
| The bullets, the dead, he socket his weight in pounds of hash | 
| At the time it was the field in Souri | 
| We were fighting between us, in truth we were the strongest | 
| A soldier, you can't imagine what he could do | 
| I have respect for those who take it easy | 
| He pushes your stuff, he's a city murderer | 
| Do you think you have our lives? | 
| There are grown-ups from my house, I don't even know them | 
| I could have crossed them only in Fleury | 
| Nobody applauds, the silence makes noise | 
| Not seen not taken, loss of appetite in the booze | 
| The blood is all red like my retina | 
| I see the enemy on that he will rer-ti | 
| There are deaths, I think everyone is used to it, ah | 
| The kalash sings, it's the ritual | 
| My life you know how to locate it, ah | 
| On the Mexico side, it's for real | 
| Big if you my brother, they take my life, they take yours | 
| Calibrated in our corner, I wait for them to come like Bin Laden | 
| Loving is no longer worth it, their friendship disappointed me | 
| So if you shoot them, you won't hide in the south | 
| From Basses to Dottes-Beau, on the Mexico side | 
| One man on the ground, 2 bastards on the bike | 
| We recover on a braquo, brave we don't talk too much | 
| I see you're dead, I say "Allah y rahmo" even if in truth I didn't love you too much |