Morale has taken a hit, I'll admit it to you
The rope around your neck and I'll sweep your stool away
It's not a scoop, but tell them that I'm pissing on them
br/>Send your bastos and we'll see if that stops me
No one invests, everyone smokes on their barrette
At worst we'll make you hustle in one of these little cabarets
br/>And even your girlfriend hates it
Would like to be in the place of one of the biatches in the back of the vehicle
We're already dead, we don't age anymore
Everything is consumed; saps, alcohol, sorrel, whores
So at night we rap loudly without aiming for the hit
Alas the living conditions here no longer suit us
I put on the TV ; another bad advert
I write with my BlackB I assure you it's my most beautiful pen
When I rap, it's the firecracker that rings afterwards... uppercut
They tremble to believe that they have Parkinson's or tuberculosis'
They don't even have the substance, only superfluous flow
I want to make sound, but wallah it It's the dollar that bothers me
Sunny dreams that winter kills
But who said that greenery was a bad virtue?
You know that we does things, that big brothers are heavy
You know what we're offering you, and that behind it, it's probably hell
I control my words , no head rap without us
S’natchave it’s too early, whether you love it or whether you hate it, I don’t care!
Nothing to worry about , and guys know that it's better to die being a warrior
Glock under the passenger seat
I was told You want faire of rap ? Must the faire dirty
We'll take out your rascal, your money and all your belongings
Jail is boring except if you leave for six months
Strangely, you're an Arab, but doggy style you speak Chinese
Like Housni, I'm cursed, may God watch over Modi
From a dead brother, from cancer or from a fart in an Audi
Three, four, six on the A6
It's your record or your funeral that you're attending
Susceptible, shouldn't say we're not chic
Eight Afterwards it's drugs, weapons and hashish
Even your neighbor has become racist
Dog brigade, we came in droves
Did you think I was dead? It's because you don't know Cif' well
I'm joining L.E.C.K. XXX
The business and the dangerous illusionists
Like a Palestinian blocked by the wishes of the Zionists
I'm not on the lookout for a certain Earth Promise
I rap for my Homies, mé-cra, cé-fon like Gomis
You will say that I'm a bastard
And bring back the skin of the next father ©dé who says he is unbeatable
I have done harm, someone did it to me in part
Weakness is a girl once, a flame and here we go again
br/>I think they didn't do anything to me, we didn't see them
All prefer to say they are predators of cats rather than wolf bait
Tel père, tel son, so maybe I'll end up a polygamist
Naive, you're only suspicious if I remove a package of weapons
Biatch!
We know you're aç too logical
Time has screwed me, I remain a virgin only because of my astrological sign
R.I.S., C.I.F., it's bad and it's bitter
So it's is either you love it or you fuck your mother

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