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[Intro: Zola]
AWA the mafia my nigga
9.1, TN, concrete, bikes, concrete, on my life, are like one
Can't see choyes anymore, nor teachers, snitches
The pussies (ah), in our streets (ah), all these shits (ah), are like one (ah)

[Verse 1: Zola]
Paname it's hell in better, I cross my finger for my people
You get bag snatched like your fire is put to sleep
The gears are shifted with the steering wheel, you shift from brother to friend
You shift from brother to friend if I see your eyes starring too much at my dough
9.1, TN, concrete, bikes, concrete, on my life, are like one
Can't see choyes no more, nor teachers, snitches
The pussies in our streets, all these shits are like one
I have no heart under my Gucci shirt
Under my Gucci shirt I hide another Gucci, yeah
Days fly the mental gets stronger
I take a puff of bouffi, I take a puff of Pasta and I fuck life, problems
Parc aux Biches' school, playing with a soft ball
Today crime pays so I'm into everything but the soft
Ennemy, you're not at your place, so take off your clothes and dance
I put everything in the washstand in the morning at around 6'10

[Chorus: SCH & Zola]
We go in strapped, serve us 10 bottles, Blanc de blancs (Blanc de blancs)
The Phantom is badly parked on the Champs
9.1.1.3, 9.1.1.3
Big bottles (bottles, bottles) I send them (skurr)
Bring us a mouthpiece, we'll leave him speechless (speechless)
If we need to do it again, we'll do it a 100 times (hundred times, brr, brr)
My iron has no sang-froid (brrr)
[Verse 2: SCH]
1.3, concrete, network, KX, T-Max, R1, RR
Rentings, big cars, tha RS
Purses, the CZ, lazers are like one
You know, my gâtés, QH1, QH2
We got resin and weed, very well packed
Pythons on fronts, knifes under the throat
Me, I wanna walk 10 minutes from the portal to the door
You know we ain't doing ble3ani when we need to open a box and take the tools out
I don't think we're cursed, 10K in a Blue Jean
Saying "Give me the cash drawer"
Hooded in the shop

[Chorus: SCH & Zola]
We go in strapped, serve us 10 bottles, Blanc de blancs (Blanc de blancs)
The Phantom is badly parked on the Champs
9.1.1.3, 9.1.1.3
Big bottles (bottles, bottles) I send them (skurr)
Bring us a mouthpiece, we'll leave him speechless (speechless)
If we need to do it again, we'll do it a 100 times (hundred times, brr, brr)
My iron has no sang-froid (brrr)

[Verse 3: Zola & SCH]
If it's necessary, your trap house I turn it inside out, I'll do it twice (brr), tons of Hachish on the table of the cave (poh, poh, poh)
Pigs stick to our ass like TP when standing up (gang)
After us it's dead, only liars, there's no continuation (mmh, heh)
North Marseille, highway A7 (A7), everyone in criminal court (aha)
You said you have a pure product yet that's 0.7 (poh, poh)
That's 0.7 (mmh, skuh), speeds with gearshift paddles (wouh, wouh)
Hein, North Marseille, Highway A7
[Chrous: SCH & Zola]
We go in strapped, serve us 10 bottles, Blanc de blancs (Blanc de blancs)
The Phantom is badly parked on the Champs
9.1.1.3, 9.1.1.3
Big bottles (bottles, bottles) I send them (skurr)
Bring us a mouthpiece, we'll leave him speechless (speechless)
If we need to do it again, we'll do it a 100 times (hundred times, brr, brr)
My iron has no sang-froid (brrr)