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[Verse 1]
Yo I'm on my way, I'm near Jarry and Viau
STL home of saints, that's where the scene's taking place
In the hood, they shine because of cocaine, on the corner we spot the profiles
Emerging people who are interested in this type of deal
They conquer blocs because they sell bricks of yayo
A gift of half a mil for his conscience, there was speed and heroin
Pull up with a nice red X5 mid-day on the streets
Evеrywhere therе's nice cars passing through Brooklyn St-Léo
Trades for kilos of white, strange mix of dirty and diplomat blood
The look-outs are always strapped, paid to kill they're smart
Born in shit but want to die in cotton, all started
With a contact in Haiti, bought the keys for eighteen and they sell for thirty over here
The nest was St-Exupéry, all the drug dealers have a jumpshot
A cross or a layup game, now it's the mafia and blood gang
Who co-exist, Nico insists on breaking glass
It's his thing, stay polite in the bar Steve but fuck shit up at the Exclusif
Point guard takes care of the border, everything's possible
They go from Saab to CL coupe, Porsche Carrera, mansion, piscine
We're joking in front of the Milano, that dude's shady in the Murano
Maybe it's paranoia but for them moment he's in our sights
Ride 'cause of friendship but we're eager to own our keys
Already own some stock but we wanna see green, be Neo like Keanu
There's the jealous and a lot of vultures
Who are waiting for their turn, to get paid off, become owner, let go of the apartment
Travel across the globe, have ice that wets pussies
Shots of the Grappa, Louis thirteen, don't care if you escape it
Know that the feds are after you, still, it's difficult to not flex
With all this cash we're bound to clash
Not down to fight for power, critique sharing, who are these outsiders?
There's only the finances which gives them a sense of belonging
To make sure we're fine, the next deal will going to be bigger
Unlucky, two hundred and eighteen kilos got taken at Pierre-Elliott-Trudeau
[Interlude : Journalist]
Customs at the Pierre-Elliot-Trudeau airport have seized two hundred and eighteen kilos of cocaine which was hidden in plane coming from Haiti. This record bust is estimated at twenty-seven million dollars, that's three times the value off all drugs seized at the airport in 2004. The coke was found during a routine check. The RCMP are going to pursue the investigation. So far, no arrests have taken place regarding this affair

[Verse 2]
It feels like the end, the RCMP is in the stands
Of the Colosseum, to hide the money, they're digging holes in some backyards
The goons aren't interested, their hunger has yet to be met
They're rebelling against those who fed them, they want envelopes or there's no peace
Black mail, kidnapping, the glories and disappointments of a kingpin
Three million cash have just disappeared from his drawers, that's not a good sign
Looking for the culprit. the RCMP are in the rear-view mirror
They're set up in front of the chilling spots, they got audios for hundreds of hours
The boat's sinking, soon it's going to be tears, the name "Ray" will stay
Forever in the legend of Saint-Léonard
Rest in peace Marc Frenzy, it's ill, they're all getting arrested or killed
The end of an era, coke murda rap, Invincible Records
Aspiration of becoming Rocafella, whatever happens or whatever we do
The story will forever be engraved in North-East's memories
Connected with the noble, we're dancing with death
When the only we want is to get to the top, STL Vice