Le patron
Il a enfilé le pare-balles pour rigoler
Il a acheté une Kalash' pour s'épauler
Il gratte, il piste depuis écolier
À la zone, à la zone les gens sont affolés
Tous les parents disent: Ne traîne pas avec lui
Il boit, il fume, il rentre après minuit
Les flics sont venus en bas de chez lui
Les filles du tieks bandent tous sur lui
Quand tu jouais au foot lui il fumait des chtoune
Quand tu revenais d'l'école il ouvrait le charbon
Tout l'monde le connaît il a retourné l'quartier
Y'a ceux qui l'aimaient pas, y'a ceux qui disaient qu'c'est un bon
Il fait les choses bien, il a pas peur d'la bagarre
On l'a tous vu ouvrir des arcades
Ils aimeraient tous les voir au placard
Frapper en moto, finir sur un brancard
Il fait ses petits sous, il investit
Il donne quand tu lui demandes un stick
On voit que tous les grands l'estiment
Mais pour eux ça reste un petit
Y'a l'guetteur, l'charbonneur et l'portier
Ouais c'est comme ça au quartier
Y'a l'vol, la minche ou l'quartier
Ouais c'est comme ça au quartier
Le gérant ramène la recette au patron
Ouais c'est comme ça au quartier
C'est 135 on parle pas trop
Y'a beaucoup de jaloux
Qui lui mettent l'œil quand il sort une loc'
Pour lui c'est la fête, un Fe-fe, un gros pét'
Au feu rouge les gens ils bloquent
Parfois trop sévère, grand cœur de pierre
Mais quand il peut il donne
Il s'fait pas remarquer, il veut péter l'million
Et les gens croyent qu'il dorme
Quand il s'embrouille, faut pas s'en mêler
Il porte ses couilles seul dans la mêlée
C'est par les journaux qu'on apprend
Que dans de grosses histoires il est mêlé
Le petit a grandit mais il joue pas le bandit
Il s'fait discret, il a fait louer le 7azi
Il fait l'signe JuL, dit que c'est magique
Il fait des gros joints en écoutant ma 'sique
Il s'méfie d'tout, des paroles, des regards
Il a branché le brouilleur à l'allume-cigare
Gamberge aux ennemis jusqu'à très tard
Il sait plus, il s'perd comme dans un brouillard
Il textote en PGP, sur l'autoroute sa voiture rattrape le TGV
Y'a marqué voyou sur son CV, tout en liquide rien dans la CB
Y'a l'guetteur, l'charbonneur et l'portier
Y'a l'vol, la minche ou l'quartier
Le gérant ramène la recette au patron
C'est 135 on parle pas trop
Ouais c'est comme ça au quartier
Y'a l'guetteur, l'charbonneur et l'portier
Ouais c'est comme ça au quartier
Y'a l'vol, la minche ou l'quartier
Ouais c'est comme ça au quartier
Le gérant ramène la recette au patron
Ouais c'est comme ça au quartier
C'est 135 on parle pas trop
C'que je dis, c'est pas du mytho
C'que je fais, c'est d'la qualité
Si tu es un traître c'est BDH
Si t'es le sang c'est Carnalito
Moi j'fais pas l'Vito, la galère j'fais que l'éviter
Parle pas d'amour, nous on pense qu'à s'le vider
Si tu t'ressens, c'est qu'dans l'fond on s'ressemble
J'm'étais dit si un jour je perce, interdit que je fasse comme eux
C'que j'veux c'est rendre heureux ma mère et rabaisser tous ces morveux
The Boss
He put on a bulletproof vest for fun
He bought a Kalash' to have his back
He scratches, he tracks since he was a schoolboy
In the hood, in the hood people are panicked
All the parents say: Don't hang out with him
He drinks, he smokes, he comes home after midnight
The cops came to his place
The girls from the block are all into him
When you played soccer, he smoked joints
When you came back from school, he opened the charcoal
Everyone knows him, he turned the neighborhood around
There were those who didn't like him, there were those who said he's a good guy
He does things right, he's not afraid of a fight
We all saw him open up some cuts
They'd all like to see them locked up
Hitting on a bike, ending up on a stretcher
He makes his little money, he invests
He gives when you ask him for a joint
We see that all the big guys respect him
But for them, he's still a small fry
There's the lookout, the charcoal maker, and the bouncer
Yeah, that's how it is in the neighborhood
There's the flight, the snitch, or the neighborhood
Yeah, that's how it is in the neighborhood
The manager brings the earnings to the boss
Yeah, that's how it is in the neighborhood
It's 135, we don't talk too much
There are a lot of jealous ones
Who eye him when he takes out a car
For him, it's a party, a Fe-fe, a big hit
At the red light, people block
Sometimes too severe, a heart of stone
But when he can, he gives
He doesn't draw attention, he wants to make a million
And people think he's sleeping
When he gets into a fight, don't get involved
He stands up for himself alone in the melee
It's through the newspapers that we learn
That he's involved in big stories
The kid grew up but he doesn't play the bandit
He's discreet, he had the 7azi rented
He makes the JuL sign, says it's magical
He rolls big joints while listening to my music
He's wary of everything, words, looks
He connected the jammer to the cigarette lighter
He thinks about enemies until very late
He doesn't know anymore, he's lost in a fog
He texts in PGP, on the highway his car catches up with the TGV
It says thug on his resume, all in cash nothing in the bank
There's the lookout, the charcoal maker, and the bouncer
There's the flight, the snitch, or the neighborhood
The manager brings the earnings to the boss
It's 135, we don't talk too much
Yeah, that's how it is in the neighborhood
There's the lookout, the charcoal maker, and the bouncer
Yeah, that's how it is in the neighborhood
There's the flight, the snitch, or the neighborhood
Yeah, that's how it is in the neighborhood
The manager brings the earnings to the boss
Yeah, that's how it is in the neighborhood
It's 135, we don't talk too much
What I say, it's not a lie
What I do, it's quality
If you're a traitor, it's BDH
If you're the blood, it's Carnalito
I don't play the Vito, I just avoid the struggle
Don't talk about love, we only think about emptying it
If you feel it, it's because deep down we're alike
I told myself if one day I make it, I forbid myself to be like them
What I want is to make my mother happy and put down all these snotty kids