GANAY, GANAY, A MAUVAIS GARÇON Life is short, delights and substantial happiness Death strikes the bird, assassinated in the sky There is a fate that we will have to carry with us The bad boy comes out when the pig in the north is still sleeping Die at 30, go from good to anguish Break a child, make a brother, a little arrogant Make sure to drink another day under the blows I can still appreciate a sunset like you Stay lucid if the worries disturb my reason When concrete towers rise to the horizon But really it's funny, my philosophy is like a ground It rises to the eyes to plunge later to the ground Nightmare vision, black, desert of knowledge Even when I throw away my bet on purgatory Believe in yourself, nothing new under the sun You recognize the style of the bad boys Tired temperament, we were born under the sun You recognize the style of the bad boys Every day I pray, at 3 o'clock I still have sleep You recognize the style of the bad boys To get up, to work hard, you consume in the ears You recognize the style of the bad boys And in the evening you go to the streets on the Z You recognize the style of the bad boys of Marseille We only live once, we have to take good time Yes as much, enjoy the most pleasant moments The world is a circus made of subtlety Hidden treasures of 4C Suffice to debunk them and abuse them with excess You can trust me, I get into the dance It's the dirtiest kid in the world At the table of the highest instants A microphone hook that will hurt your head Take an ace to make the pros Magi Marseille No you know that in my city the MCs tear Multiply our empire, engrave our music in your memories Do the max, because Doréna goes to the family Comes out of the dark side, sure to have you to wear Tired temperament, we were born under the sun You recognize the style of the bad boys One day I woke up at 3 o'clock, I was still sleeping You recognize the style of the bad boys When you wake up, you think in your ears You recognize the style of the bad boys And in the evening you go to the streets on the Z You recognize the style of the bad boys of Marseille Hot like Marseille In my city, there is nothing, yet it is big From 90, I counter-band Facing Luciano in the legend, the anthem of the hunters White weapons plugged, leave the traces to the intruders The rats break the extras, over-instruct In the street, the fights, cancer and the rats Proud, even without a break, forget the rhyme Understand, I see my rhymes like sulfur A rat in fire, you drown in the mass The rats don't have space, they shoot each other in the balls Give way to the strugglers of the mic March 16, surface, red, the population panics Tragic story, tense atmosphere, volcanic Cloth hanging, dirty wall, post-traffic Hit the heart of Asia, automatic, demagogic Temperament tired, we were born under the sun You recognize well the style of the bad boys Every day, you wake up, at 3 o'clock, I'm still sleepy You recognize well the style of the bad boys To get up, pose your forehead, you think in my ears You recognize well the style of the bad boys And in the evening, the foxes roar on the Z You recognize well the style of the bad boys of Marseille