| The brothers are tired of being hunted down, slammed by the BAC
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| Scammed by this system that puts slaps
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| Discreet floppy disks and fart the guys who cricket
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| Their investigation they know well where they can put them
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| So we fight for the illicit youth because when we're under the weed
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| It's our lives that we recite, we don't hesitate to bawl when we have to be silent
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| Unite the ter-ters against the Ministry!
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| With us we have nothing more to lose, it is in the shit that we swim
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| Outrage upon outrage tired of ending up in a cage
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| The head in the clouds in my heart it's the storm
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| Courage because here it is not enough to turn pages
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| 'Cause we don't forget the whores, the drafts, the shmetas
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| In our ZUPs, it's stupid there are too many rotte-ca
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| If I'm dishonest in fact it's because I'm like you
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| And that since the hadna cut soap
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| Khouya it seems that times have changed
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| Yet they still call me a stranger
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| Bang ! |
| Bang ! |
| That's what you hear when we come to eat
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| Mama don't worry soon I'll be tidying up
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| Danger, the sirens sound, place for urban violence
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| Hauts-de-Seine we fuck the de-kis
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| Here's my poem out of the té-ice in our HLM know that the little ones grow up
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| The brothers are tired of being hunted down, slammed by the BAC
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| Scammed by this system that puts slaps
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| Discreet floppy disks and fart the guys who cricket
|
| Their investigation they know well where they can put them
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| So we fight for the illicit youth because when we're under the weed
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| It's our lives that we recite, we don't hesitate to bawl when we have to be silent
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| Unite the ter-ters against the Ministry!
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| I'm asked to fit in but since school I've been denigrated
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| Fuck Le Pen and Maigret, peace to immigrants
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| Pop the vodka 50 degrees than
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| I don't have time for regrets!
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| Since we're all in the sère-mi padré
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| Tired of finding your hands on the walls, your legs apart
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| So burst so much, forgive me curmudgeon
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| For our neighborhoods I come to sing the bitch
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| The brothers are tired of being hunted down, slammed by the BAC
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| Scammed by this system that puts slaps
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| Discreet floppy disks and fart the guys who cricket
|
| Their investigation they know well where they can put them
|
| So we fight for the illicit youth because when we're under the weed
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| It's our lives that we recite, we don't hesitate to bawl when we have to be silent
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| Unite the ter-ters against the Ministry!
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| Deposits upon deposits we end up at the deposit
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| Madam Judge if you knew we have too many problems-pro
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| Yeah man, my brothers build rafts
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| Because it seems that France is the Eldorado
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| And me in my filthy hall like you, I'm killing time not to end up bum
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| It's been ient coco
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| But too often it's bloody Pan! |
| Bang !
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| Don't forget money rots people! |
| (ohhh)
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| Down the buildings, bro, no picture
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| We all dream of winning the Lotto
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| Tired of the stab wounds, dudes not legit, these bastards
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| For my good I'm ready to kill you
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| I'm just a jackass with alcohol in my blood
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| Who from the first camp snorted from the pass passing
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| I place one for those who live on the moon all the time
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| But stay militant!
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| The brothers are tired of being hunted down, slammed by the BAC
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| Scammed by this system that puts slaps
|
| Discreet floppy disks and fart the guys who cricket
|
| Their investigation they know well where they can put them
|
| So we fight for the illicit youth because when we're under the weed
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| It's our lives that we recite, we don't hesitate to bawl when we have to be silent
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| Unite the ter-ters against the Ministry! |