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He, he... joshy joshy
Bring me my paper, I don't spend the summer in the neighborhood
Bring me my paper, I don't spend the summer in the neighborhood
I quickly realized that with rap, I must not miss
Now I have a chance and now is the time to take my head
Even a doctor could never pay myself
Even a psychologist couldn't see my pain, no, no
I'm afraid to wake up and it was all a fucking dream
We come from below, at home, it's 1200 on the pay slip
They speak for nothing, so they might as well talk to my fucking clebs
The blood is hot, only mom's smile can soothe me
I'm thinking about my re-brother in a cell, I hope it comes out next year
We're free that when they want to, basically, we dance with our chains
I worked, a lot of money, way too much money out
You need, you call me, when you have to pay, you make death
Bring me my paper, I don't spend the summer in the neighborhood
Bring me my paper, I don't spend the summer in the neighborhood
Hey
A bike, a shooter, it's dead
Should give it to give it, it's dead
It's the ghetto, it's the street, it's gory
Should give it to give it, it's dead
As long as there is sorrel, there will never be peace
That's what the old man told me but hey, he's losing his mind
Lately, he tends to drink the whole 'teille'
'It was his field in 2012', that's what it told me
I'm the fire of the moment, I have the 9 milli', milli', milli', milli'
It's taffe more than the president, tp's noon-midnight, midnight
On paname, you do the mala, you must not cry after
In front of the judge, tears flow upon hearing the weight of the sentence
I took my balls and a caliber and I went to rob my life
And it was lost in advance if I listened to the reviews
Race results I'm always for, they're not going to see me coming
Bring my sorrel, it's better that you pay otherwise, we will do the worst
Bring me my paper, I don't spend the summer in the neighborhood
Bring me my paper, I don't spend the summer in the neighborhood
Hey
A bike, a shooter, it's dead
Should give it to give it, it's dead
It's the ghetto, it's the street, it's gory
Should give it to give it, it's dead
A bike, a shooter, it's dead
Should give it to give it, it's dead
It's the ghetto, it's the street, it's gory
Should give it to give it, it's dead
I prefer a long silence than ten words in the void
I made too many chromes, I had to forget
You're playing with my nerves
Otherwise the cannon of the 9 will make you roll
Bring me my paper, I don't spend the summer in the neighborhood
Bring me my paper, I don't spend the summer in the neighborhood
Hey
A bike, a shooter, it's dead
Should give it to give it, it's dead
It's the ghetto, it's the street, it's gory
Should give it to give it, it's dead
I prefer a long silence than ten words in the void
I made too many chromes, I had to forget
You're playing with my nerves
Otherwise the cannon of the 9 will make you roll
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