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Sicario drops us into the heart of Zone 6—a tough Parisian neighborhood—where Gims and Heuss L’enfoiré flex their street-wise credentials over a Latin-tinged beat. Mixing French slang, bits of Spanish and nods to Colombian cartels, they present themselves as sicarios (hitmen) who run the block with surgical precision: racing through the city, stacking cash, sipping drinks and lighting up “banana kush” while luxury watches sparkle under club lights.

Beneath the swagger sits a sharper truth. The refrain “C’qui sort du four, c’est pas du pain” warns that whatever is baking is not bread—code for illicit business that fuels their lifestyle. Money “comes and goes,” danger is never far, yet they choose to “take life as it comes,” dancing through the uncertainty. The result is a high-energy anthem that celebrates hustle, cautions against its risks and invites listeners to feel the adrenaline of the streets without ever leaving the dance floor.