The whole neighborhood believes in it
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My mistakes paid at my expense
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Yes, I remember there were sirens in the area
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My friar with the rello without the hulls
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Think about the tattoo you wanted
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When you were in trouble, ask for more
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The two of us against everyone, you were enough for me
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When talking about money wasn't taboo
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You saw the wrinkled jacket
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Your face on the bleached glass
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We talked about making it, yes between
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Without ending up like those there
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We went downtown, Versace necklaces
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You paid with a hundred, I know you like it
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You were making that money on stolen stuff
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You wore brand names on those benches
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We dream of gold bracelets
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Belts, watches, jewels, z on the hair
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We were in the square thinking about the future
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Without even listening to those
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And now I think about it, you're gone
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A few mistakes too many, yes it is a déjà vu
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Finished like many, yes you know
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These area raga no longer laugh and
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They think about money yes all day
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They want to fill their wallet
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They don't care who is around
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They want what life has taken away
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They keep the money and the family
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They drink maka from the bottle
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No one in your gang looks like us
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Because the ragas running around like in the Banlieue, ooh
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They smoke juen like it's a sport
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Because I'm like in the Banlieue, ooh
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They make that money and don't think about the future
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Because I'm Banlieue, oh ooh
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They smoke juen like it's a sport
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Because I'm like in the Banlieue, ooh
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They make that money and don't think about the future
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You remember I was counting the cash at home
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When it was cold and you were on the street
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These boys who are always in the plaza
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In the life they dream of robberies and that's it
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They want jewelry, only the beautiful ones
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Then they make the bangs yes for those bags
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They admit no faults before the court
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Not even if life has closed the doors
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What do you want to know
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Of the banging made by the boys in the neighborhood
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With all the brothers who suffer their penalties
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Why not, they weren't with decent people
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The between are obsessed with only two things
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The new girls and those fucking love
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Yes, everyone dreams of new shoes
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Then they steal money and buy drugs
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I'm with Michi who has money on his head
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Talk about money, the language is the same
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Never closed at home, it is no longer good
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Local girls serving sentences
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They think about money yes all day
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They want to fill their wallet
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They don't care who is around
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They want what life has taken away
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They keep the money and the family
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They drink maka from the bottle
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No one in your gang looks like us
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Because the ragas running around like in the Banlieue, ooh
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They smoke juen like it's a sport
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Because I'm like in the Banlieue, ooh
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They make that money and don't think about the future
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Because I'm Banlieue, oh ooh
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They smoke juen like it's a sport
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Because I'm like in the Banlieue, ooh
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They make that money and don't think about the future |