Moi
jvais
pas
au
charbon
pour
le
raconté
dans
mon
rap
ché
nou
dabor
on
vol
on
dil
enssuite
on
braque
situation
gravissime
les
bon
moments
son
rarissime
les
jeunes
se
plombes
il
ne
fon
plus
de
grafity
tu
c'est
l'sourirre
sarache
et
la
haine
se
lit
dans
les
yeux
on
a
les
2 pieds
sur
la
terre
mais
notre
esprit
est
dans
les
scieu
ya
plu
damour
la
haine
a
pris
l'assendant
notre
avnir
sur
une
balance
t'enmerde
la
juge
et
sa
sentense
ya
kdé
multi
réssidiviste
prisonier
du
vice
la
chienneté
nou
rassemble
mais
le
biff
nou
divise
les
fusillade
son
comme
des
parti
de
tenis
on
a
des
barrettes
ou
des
grammes
entre
les
poiles
et
le
pénis
dans
cette
arène
jacouche
de
mes
lirycs
par
césarienne
chacun
dmes
frere
pense
a
protégé
c'est
arière
aréte
dans
tou
les
tiécar
c'est
la
meme
et
c'est
la
merde
cette
vie
elle
fait
plipé
mais
c'est
sa
kjaime
car
c'est
la
mienne
I
won't
go
through
the
coals
to
just
rap
about
it,
my
honey.
First,
we
steal,
then
we
talk,
then
we
rob,
a
very
serious
situation.
Good
times
are
very
rare,
the
youth
gets
shot,
they
don't
even
do
graffiti
anymore.
You
know,
smiles
are
gone
and
hatred
can
be
read
in
their
eyes.
Our
feet
are
on
the
ground,
but
our
minds
are
in
the
clouds.
There's
no
more
love,
hate
has
taken
over.
Our
future
is
in
the
balance.
Fuck
the
judge
and
his
sentence.
There
are
only
repeat
offenders,
prisoners
of
vice.
Our
loyalty
unites
us,
but
money
divides
us.
Shootouts
are
like
tennis
matches.
We
have
bars
or
grams
between
our
legs
and
penis.
In
this
arena,
I
deliver
my
lyrics
by
Caesarean
section.
Each
of
my
brothers
thinks
about
protecting
his
rear.
Stop
in
any
neighborhood,
it's
the
same
shit.
This
life
is
crazy,
but
it's
mine
and
that's
what
I
love.