Old man, you were perfect or imperfect, now I do.
I'm a minor, I have MONTANA, NORIEGA in the brain.
One of the young people, who for the mesh , vice has become pro.
Too much pro-blame in my words, I play the crook,
In front of the cops I will dare, like KAYZER SOZE.
The art of the Neiman makes the Shetane ride with me on a bike.
You test us, we taunt you, you challenge, we cane you.
Alarmed, sound the alarm and if the cops come out their weapons,
Like in Parma, Palermo, the drama has its charm.
Law of the most phew you don't say phew, we don't care, we fuck you.
I'm hungry and as HAMED says And pour all, all on and .
Raised on Rap, Ragga, rates, zelta, la tape,
At city evenings, cinema, TV series.
Where the others we were caught, you'll see, I succeeded.
I'll be the one who shines and bursts in plain shortage.
I laugh at your missteps, now the world is mine.
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Too many deaths in the neighborhoods, too many canes planted.
In haunted cities, tempted by the dark, the anchored money,
The illicit incites, excites, nothing arouses success anymore.
I want to go into the evenings, the schlass in my pocket to charcle,
PÃ Beat the bitches in spades like EDDY BARCLAY.
Rap at full blast in my bass drum, with my friends, catch a hash spot.
Smother the chicks that I kidnap, cockroaches in my apartment ,
I dream of slashing the Mët, pasta, shit with your ass on marble,
Casino, black jack, saps armored with schnapps,
Play for cash, s 'even my wife has to do it at craps.
The Italo harissa cashes in the fissa francs,
Makes SOSSA look like a delivery man from Allo-Pizza.
Dirty faces of rascals as a team , click click.
Lévis falls, if you resist you leave in your underwear, son.
Throw me in my jet, Get 27 in my grip, rude,
Burp table like ALCAPONE, blow up the airship
Fuck the rhala, don't touch hasa the world is mine.
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Tired of watching, struggling, tasting the gains want the kids,
To leave nothing, to grow, to become someone, the Rican dream.
Like the state to embezzle, to run an account in Switzerland,
DÃ ©to wear a boubou on July 14 on the Champs-Elysées.
An afro chef, full of the sound of KOFFI OLOMIDE
In a Jaguar registered NP (Nègre de la Pègre) .
Leopard hat, scarified gri-gri on the cheeks,
I would put the Saka-Saka in little Robert like Julia.
Passi also likes to give banquets,
Embark with bouquets of dolls in my boats and
Help mercos, barracked guards, dogs, private meals,
Save mine from the galleys on the pavement , G.A.V., stuffed people, exhausted from hindering,
in my neighborhood I want to hear Avé.
Fuck, roll over a country like BERLUSCONI, Italy,
Linked to Forza Italia, its mille-fa and the world to itself.
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