| Put insurance on your door or go live somewhere else
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| You recognized the plate we ride on Berryz
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| You wanted us dead yesterday but you're dead taleur
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| Here it's the western, we killed the sheriff
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| It's not our tail that sticks out, it's the machine gun
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| Capital of urs-ti we have millions of enemies
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| We've redone your portrait, don't call the designer
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| Don't play with us we're 9.3 Babies
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| Hornet the area is mined, the men move in silence
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| Former network heads convert to finance
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| Labour, we never go on strike
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| We die in your dreams, we fall asleep when the sun comes up
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| Very despi, very brief, northern suburbs 93
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| I roll a 4 leaf zdeh, I have no luck with the clovers
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| Got homies gone behind a handlebar, behind a steering wheel
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| OPJs sniff cease to support our violence
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| 6.3 on hebeul the flying customs
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| Santa Claus is not from the North Pole, he is from Holland
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| The street is maddening no one is docile anymore
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| Your sos owes us hassoul money, you will also have problems
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| We live in a movie but we don't get judged in Cannes
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| It's for the fallen brothers at the Palme d'Or assizes of the robbery
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| Yes the street is macabre of course our daronnes are worried
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| We live at 200 an hour never below the 5th
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| Put insurance on your door or go live somewhere else
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| You recognized the plate we ride on Berryz
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| You wanted us dead yesterday but you're dead taleur
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| Here it's the western, we killed the sheriff
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| It's not our tail that sticks out, it's the machine gun
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| Capital of urs-ti we have millions of enemies
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| We've redone your portrait, don't call the designer
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| Don't play with us we're 9.3 Babies
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| Around here it's hot don't give your opinion
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| Between delinquency and 9.3 just puts a hyphen
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| The legend of Johny Niuuum is told even in the saloons
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| Suck my gun before you die you'll die hot
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| When you walk into my suburb, put your balls on vibrate
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| I only hang out with straight Arabs, there's no Rachid Bieber
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| The cops got the seum on us yeah 'cause we beg the South East
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| Praise God we're here
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| We carry a banner No one will get us
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| There are no more bottles in the sea, the wholesalers come to the coast
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| Full of repentant bearded men in guns blaring
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| A lot of values transcribed, I write lyrics that are too sensible
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| Stake, save who can, bullets raining down
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| With a gun under the cushion, the 93 will sleep less alone
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| Gardav filing fingerprints
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| A descent in summer to cool my friends
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| Put insurance on your door or go live somewhere else
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| You recognized the plate we ride on Berryz
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| You wanted us dead yesterday but you're dead taleur
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| Here it's the western, we killed the sheriff
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| It's not our tail that sticks out, it's the machine gun
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| Capital of urs-ti we have millions of enemies
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| We've redone your portrait, don't call the designer
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| Don't play with us we're 9.3 Babies
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| We dance in the embers, at home the dreams are shattered
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| To find love at first sight we put our two fingers in the socket
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| This is the song of the depressed, here Sheitan plays solo
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| Insolent you will leave with bloodstains on your polo shirt
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| Let my Blaugrana team pass
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| The little ones of the tess don't listen to you because you're way too henna
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| Yeah, make war while there are guns, hia joints
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| Reprisals, drive by, guys pillave
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| And we survive between dope and pounds of cess
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| Here a kilo of hash is worth 60 kilos of flesh
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| My sound runs like heroin in the veins of a pregnant woman
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| I kill the competition in the stomach, I don't leave time to taste the breast
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| If the Bac beats you up take revenge on the chief of post
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| 93 butt shots, ghetto cutthroat
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| A cop who mutilates that makes me smile
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| Everybody dreams of Heaven but nobody wants to die
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| Put insurance on your door or go live somewhere else
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| You recognized the plate we ride on Berryz
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| You wanted us dead yesterday but you're dead taleur
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| Here it's the western, we killed the sheriff
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| It's not our tail that sticks out, it's the machine gun
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| Capital of urs-ti we have millions of enemies
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| We've redone your portrait, don't call the designer
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| Don't play with us we're 9.3 Babies |