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