Our Father that art in heaven
Hallowed be your name
Forgive me for all my sins
Forgive me for what was done
Forgive me for what I'm going to do
The kid grew up and it showed
Early on innocence left
The stare reflects resentment
Either you die or I die
He asks Saint Jude to take the bullets away
If they manage to hit, don't let me die
If I have death in my face
It won't take me from here
If they want to war, we war
If they want to kill, we kill
If they want to step out, we step out
Bullets hit anyone
If they want to war, we war
If they want to kill, we kill
If they want to step out, we step out
Bullets hit anyone
Better they cry in their house than cry in mine
The fifteen-rounder is heard, babe, how it empties
Here it never jams, however it goes, in cold blood
Muffled by the engines, it only sounds when they fire
Pam-pam, pam-pam!, like a drum kit
Watch out for the C5, for the lele and for the cops
The stool pigeon conspires, Our Father, Hail Mary
I'm sending him these two dogs, betrayals aren't trusted
And bang, tonight at his house coffee and bread
Stay f*cking sharp, they want to hunt us
Let the trigger man escape and make a wall with the Ram
You know, there's always a dog that feels like Superman
That they blow, their own crew is the one that sets them up
Cut his hands off, shootout, kidnappings
If respect was lost, death puts it back
The MX arrived, weren't they so f*cking badass?
The street is at war, soldiers that are going to die
The rifles thunder at him, everyone's end comes
The street is at war, soldiers that are going to die
The rifles thunder at him, everyone's end comes
If they want to war, we war
If they want to kill, we kill
If they want to step out, we step out
Bullets hit anyone
If they want to war, we war
If they want to kill, we kill
If they want to step out, we step out
Bullets hit anyone
When you tell me we take those dogs down
I make the bodies vanish, we bury them in the hill
Let the load go, here nobody's made of iron
I am the gateway of the towns, the calf bell
Click-clack, click-clack, four teams of missionaries
All are in black, the tattoos are covered
Jordan hoodies, the vests underneath
Today we enter their hood and throw them a concert
No screw-up, I already put tails on all of them
Pull the patrol off him, I've got people with badges
The corner's watched, ride in with the bike alone
They arrive and work clean without making many waves
They bring the stashes full, the team of soldiers
All four are set, let's see if he's everywhere
And that it be clear, if they want to war, we war
We were born to die and we don't know how to give in
We were born dead, we were born dead
Shoot if you want to shoot
We were born in war
We were born without fear
We were born with nothing
We're willing to do everything
Radiant, tell 'em, b*stard