On Sait L'faire [English translation]

Check! I got some principles, they alone bring me back to life: stay a man, make good music.

My story is thinnin' out, my life is engraved on a subway line 9 by Leonardo da Vinci,

I'm reviving the R.A.P of such frail beats, do you want to taste the streets?

S*ck my exhaust pipe, continue the rap and you'll end up like a hobo, that s*cks, you've got the flow like Raffarin and you astonish me like Sarko(zy),

me, that's B.2.o for the introduction 1.1.3. Luciano never on prostitution, they burst our eardrums, me I didn't escape unscathed while climbing,

they all believe that they are going to make some dough doing rap music, but f*** the music

the last rapper I've seen had less beef than the dealer in my street.

Too much chitchat a wad, if one is missing, you'll know I am calibrated if you get it in the neck, b*tch.

Hey, your destiny is chaotic, my hand in your mouth, Paris is in the carotid artery.

Looks like they wanna smoke us (out), I like this, pass me the arsenal, OK! It's Boulogne, Pont de Sevres Place Nationale

We know how to do it, burn down to the postal codes, like the taxes, they light you, all filed on the terminal.

Here's no actors, we're just inspired of real facts as we are used to, exchange of cash on the footbridge,

6 seconds, it's time for the trademark (with) these guys that are coming near, who cling to it when the matrix rules.

Go for it, all depends on your character if you have the balls for it, the safe and the brain, brother.

Beat the rules, no matter if you're fat, stocky and without limits, me I know some real scoundrels shaped like matches.

United like the diaspora, avoid the trators, the parasites, this is Camille Groult district. Marseille Boulogne on the same title,

the temperament of a boss, vicious I got eagle-eyes, attached to the concrete like a ball and chain that's not aspiring to luxury

yeah, fat guy! here's no chances, like at poker, arabs and blacks are in the business. Don't you worry, we know how to do it.

Suburbs of Paris, Marseille between brothers we know how to do and find the dough we know how to do

It's the sound of the dealing point, gunfire bursts nothing unusual f*ckin' the legal system, we know how to do it!

Yes, you better watch your door better than a rottweiller, 113 always keep your gun within reach, raise your glass,

Massacre, thai, massai warriors, for the black ribbon, (...), always the biggest on the outside commits horrible crimes

we know how to do it the night terrorizes the (...)

We know to be solitary, does it shock you? that's the sound of a gun shock, it's the zombies of the district who are the heads of the loos.

It's just that Marseille for the dope it does hurt, designs you like a hero with charged balls like a gun.

Corrosive I write every day, hunger, the as* between a belt of explosives and the last prada! Zic zac between mandatory minimum sentences.

Requires to enter into record houses with a jimmy (prybar),

where were you when I started, as a soldier like Mussen I'm without any state of mind me I'm like Saddam Hussein

Stay what you are, watch what you like, fight for what you have give without taking back bring home the money,

make mama smile you know me, keep the house, we know how to make promises,

take advantage of the frailties in the system, challenge the State on his own territory,

alienated in the middle of the nobles, you feel good only in the middle of your kind you feel good only if you don't live outside the norm one favors the content over the appearance

our pot we make it on our own, us it's like Don Vito in "the godfather", all for the familiy,

predator of the concrete, guns tame us, far from everything and everyone, with all our heart we defend the patrimony

head on the shoulders, feet on the earth we carry our balls like our convictions,

what makes a man is not the 22 ??? help the youngsters to open their eyes, accused in reserve

and make one's way through the misery, one tries to do it but you know these times are dangerous

it's the times of strike for strike 100 for 100, all or nothing the times of pou pou pou