| Let them believe that we have nothing more to say brother
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| To behave badly, we did not wait for the mis-per
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| Man I see life in the color of misery
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| At the end I put the brakes at the beginning I had a thousand brothers
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| In cash and pride we are due-per
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| I have projects bro but it's like an ulcer
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| How do you feel? |
| Hey I hate
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| Ready to die like poto du-per
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| Daronne injured, money under seal
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| Allah yhanik if you are still under C. R
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| We all squeezed, freaked out
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| Only in a shroud will we have the impeccable outfit
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| Just a badass, we put you off
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| You want a taste huh? |
| Go ahead smoke my words
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| Fuck the patrols, life is dirty
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| Like initiating his son to deal drugs
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| Nothing to hide, we got everything to lose
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| I'm not going to play the MC who will fuck everything this year
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| They're all faded, all hungry
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| In the concrete it was about lighting the condés
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| Restricted horizon, that's what we will have left
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| With us, destiny advances, no it doesn't back down
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| I am number six, I distribute the balloons
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| I fuck around like my son in your living room
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| Speak to me in the father tongue
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| Crazy since kindergarten days
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| Correctional powered locker
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| The street child progresses only in problems
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| Wesh to my zinc'
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| Wesh to my zinc', wesh to my zinc'
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| Wesh to my zinc', wesh to my zinc'
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| Wesh to my zinc', wesh to my zinc'
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| Wesh to my zinc', what are you becoming?
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| What are you becoming? |
| What are you becoming?
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| Wesh to my zinc', what are you becoming?
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| What are you becoming?
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| You went from the Clio to the A5
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| It's dar it stinks of habs
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| Like fondling a clit at five
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| Wesh to my zinc', wesh to my zinc'
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| Wesh to my zinc'
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| Coke and hero, sex brought down brothers
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| Alpha Kilo 47 made mothers cry
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| Left to my own devices, I do what I can down here, I struggle
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| Never asked for anything from the big daronne
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| Since little, I manage
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| My trilogy in stores, they didn't understand the concept
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| So many worries when I empty my bag
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| I fill concert halls
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| Day breaks I haven't slept
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| I think about what concerns us
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| The night brought me bad luck
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| Yet I was told that she would give me advice
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| Pissed off like my ancestors, Arabi and proud of it
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| I take the big checks, I leave the rest to you
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| For me it's just a wank
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| I missed my school, but I became famous
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| I inspire college philosophy students
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| You want me well I also wish you Allah Yselmek
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| You way, soon I'll get out of here
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| I'm suffocating like in a hammam
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| I don't slap miles and cents
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| In sapes or in Club Meds
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| I put coils aside
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| For my son Jihad Mohamed
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| N.I.R.O, what have you become?
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| Wesh to my zinc', wesh to my zinc'
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| What are you becoming? |
| What are you becoming?
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| Wesh to my zinc', wesh to my zinc'
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| You went from the Clio to the A5
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| It's dar it stinks of hebs
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| Like fondling a clit at five
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| Wesh to my zinc', wesh to my zinc'
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| Wesh to my zinc' |