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[Intro: tag]
Stef Becker beatmaker

[Verse 1: SCH]
And don't try to play me, asshole, loaded in broad daylight like in The Wire
And my soldiers are rich but have no medals
If we look for you, I'm sure you'll go live elsewhere
Crazy with the wheel, and a few Albanian contacts
Glove box, RS3, 11.43, Marseille, strapped, badly parked
There's synthetic shit and some from Dominican Republic
J.V.L.I.V.S, gun in the tunic
Around here, it stinks of prison before the elections
Capsuled hash (Go to the concrete)
High satchel, homie, the pistol grip touches my chin
Vests, guitars, Glocks, Pythons
They want to park the million, fuck Louis Vuitton
Blacks, Whites, Arabs, Jews, Corsicans, and gypsies

[Chorus: SCH]
No ABS, bro, here, it's the ghosts
Middle finger to Navarro, Julie Lescaut
Parisian S, bro, killers, and crooks
Black van, hooded, Place Vendôme
And the bales of coke, at the autonomous port
Illegal, Marseille, Rotterdam
You know we put the eraser, Ocrtis and Mossos
2.40 we bring up from Spain
No ABS, bro, here, it's the ghosts
Middle finger to Navarro, Julie Lescaut
Parisian S, bro, killers, and crooks
Black van, hooded, Place Vendôme
And the bales of coke, at the autonomous port
Illegal, Marseille, Rotterdam
You know we put the eraser, Ocrtis et Mossos
2.40 we bring up from Spain
[Verse 2: Le Rat Luciano]
On the run on the A7, you know it's art, try it
Give us the recipe, It's almost their R.C
You want to roll it down, no ABS, it's the ABCs
Sawed-off, Rolled down window: it's a stroke
There are no robbers here, only people in need
Not everything that has value here can be bought, cousin
Gold brother, golden deal, as much in the South as in the North
We're looking hard for money as if we were Sarah Connor
Death awaits at the turning point, from Bené
Whoever has the choice is tormented? Everything's good
For a yes, for a no, stray bullet, cousin's good
Ready for everything to make a name for ourselves, no need for your blessing
We don't even give you the time, On the field there's no superman
Our love is not an illusion, Kalashnikov turns on
The head is in the money, we'll cry in the Mas'
And if you talk bad
You'll end up in the briefcase, bad

[Chorus: SCH]
No ABS, bro, here, it's the ghosts
Middle finger to Navarro, Julie Lescaut
Parisian S, bro, killers, and crooks
Black van, hooded, Place Vendôme
And the bales of coke, at the autonomous port
Illegal, Marseille, Rotterdam
You know we put the eraser, Ocrtis and Mossos
2.40 we bring up from Spain
No ABS, bro, here, it's the ghosts
Middle finger to Navarro, Julie Lescaut
Parisian S, bro, killers, and crooks
Black van, hooded, Place Vendôme
And the bales of coke, at the autonomous port
Illegal, Marseille, Rotterdam
You know we put the eraser, Ocrtis et Mossos
2.40 we bring up from Spain
[Verse 3 : Jul]
I'm in the Berline, I know the plan by heart like Berlin
Transaction at the Le Merlan crossroads
Two on the GSX, the mentality
1.3 capital of rap, of arms sales
Fuck the whores, I eat with madame
Too much leeching on my heart, I've got hematomas
They didn't believe in me, they dug my grave
Be careful in the hood, they want to corrupt you like a cop
I make hits call me Robert De Niro
Stop acting tough, you get beat up by kids
A snitch and everyone falls like dominoes
I won't end up like Manny, getting killed by my pair
From across the BM, I'm not Eminem
For who I am, some love me
Alone in the alleyway, come in groups I'll take out the Bruen
All day in the studio damaging my voice, not like Patrick Bruel
With the S and the Rat, we make you a cruel song
There's nothing sensual, Ever since I blew up she's a leech, her
(You know the “Jul” sign, do the move)

[Chorus: SCH]
No ABS, bro, here, it's the ghosts
Middle finger to Navarro, Julie Lescaut
Parisian S, bro, killers, and crooks
Black van, hooded, Place Vendôme
And the bales of coke, at the autonomous port
Illegal, Marseille, Rotterdam
You know we put the eraser, Ocrtis and Mossos
2.40 we bring up from Spain
No ABS, bro, here, it's the ghosts
Middle finger to Navarro, Julie Lescaut
Parisian S, bro, killers, and crooks
Black van, hooded, Place Vendôme
And the bales of coke, at the autonomous port
Illegal, Marseille, Rotterdam
You know we put the eraser, Ocrtis et Mossos
2.40 we bring up from Spain