Never selling heroin, never selling crack again YeahYeah, I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again Don't fire indiscriminate, with the mac again My people are stuck behind glass like a mannequin They pretend to give a fuck, just like the Vatican

La mort, la mort, la mort A sonné pour eux La mort, la mort, la mort (yeah) Une vie, un gun, un corps (yeah) Menottes ou chaînes en or (yeah) Bruits, allez l'aurore

Yo tech, it's the last call baby it's good Yeah, you know a remix just feels right dog? Before we get outta here, you gotta drop one last gem on them Knahmsayin? No question, it's like the elders told me No one person can do anything, but everyone