From your phone to the computer Yes, the yellow bookie Mal, are you kidding me? Why? Sector 097 If the law catches us, you know we're wrong Kilos of hits, hidden in the body How many assholes want to cast a spell on me? Brother, all that is certain is that there will be dead All that is certain is that there will be dead We're not fighting anymore, no need to be stuck The caution will be missed if I crush the lock This is what jealousy would like, of course we *** them I'm his first Kame, I have the hit that will calm you I work on their inter, bring them back, raise the paper I remember my TVs, the carpeted coal Buildings in 4x9, you know I have the impression of being tracked, in front of the counters Observing everything we do After a long time, it's an honest life After a long time, it's an honest life Sector 097, I come out of the hall and I start my competition No plan, the magazine is complete 765 shots, 9mm Rap for crime, in case you have to do it I live in the DJ, I sleep with my iron I don't run away even if you hate me But when I come back, it won't be the same All black, black side It's hot, I feel it I'm mad, no mercy We drive like in a forage Boxes in front on the right lane When the police chase me, I make zigzags And I blow them up If they think they're gonna beat me up It's probably not on my BK All black, black side It's hot, I feel it I'm mad, no mercy We drive like in a forage Boxes in front on the right lane When the police chase me, I make zigzags And I blow them up If they think they're gonna beat me up It's probably not on my BK They know how to handle it Traffic, land, the cab The side in the ass that we ***ing knock The people that make us delays, not the cam A T-1000 and a T, it makes money In the hood, we're all in Beli Every day, the man is like my dog, Larry As if you're stuck, as if you feel it Don't, don't, don't, don't worry, I'm in place That's why we live it In real life, I beat myself up I never took the line or the cocaine Yet every day, I hit it We open the ball, I get to S3 I'm on my way up, it's up to me Three shots, 10 on the nose We don't get busted One mistake, and then it's the wood Sector 097, I get out of the hall And I start my fight No white bullets, the magazine is complete 7.65 or 9mm I rap for crime, just in case I live in the D, I sleep with my iron I don't run away, even if you hate me But when I come back, it won't be the same All black, black side It's hot, I feel it, man Without a plate, we drive like a forage Boxes full on the straight line When the police chase me, I kill zigzags And I don't care anymore If we think he's gonna bust me It's surely not on my B4 All black, black side It's hot, I feel it, man Without a plate, we drive like a forage Boxes full on the straight line When the police chase me, I kill zigzags And I don't care anymore If we think he's gonna bust me It's surely not on my B4 *