Busta Flex – 93800

Busta Flex 93800

Busta Flex – 93800 Lyrics

Artist: Busta Flex
Song: 93800

Dictateur mais pas autodidacte
Après le dernier Roi d’Écosse, voici le premier du
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Trop de diques-sa, trop de xyz

Trop de cistes-ra, trop de poucaves dans le, dans le
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P’tit d’la tess, le vécu d’un soldat
J’ai fait les quatre-cents coups, et appris qu’la prison m’attendra

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9-3 plaque de malade, mise à l’amende
Solidaire avec les G’z de la bande
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J’ai des potes dans les quatre coins d’la ville
J’y suis né, j’y ai grandi, mec c’еst ma vie
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Les lames, lеs armes font couler nos larmes

Marre des drames, faites sonner l’alarme
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Le rap c’est pas ma vie et les ports d’armes sont fréquents
Les malades se soignent au sh#t et sans médecin traitant

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La main sur le cœur pour dédicacer l’son
Pour ceux qui vivent en deuil les quatre saisons
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On a perdu des potes, on a perdu des proches
La main sur le cœur tout en mettant la main dans la poche
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Y a de la bonne mais les barrettes diminuent

93, tu peux tout gagner ou perdre en dix minutes
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Original quartier, c’est pas une copie
Si mon tier-quar nique ta rue, c’est parce que c’est sa copine

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93 gère toutes les tés-ci
Les boys et les girls, c’est les guns qu’ils apprécient
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Hey yo, mes pensées n’ont jamais quitté le 93
Violences, voitures volées, dealers et frites merguez
C’est mon
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Hey yo, Cité Blanche, Orgemont, xyz
Les Presles, les Écondeaux, la Source et la Justice
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Hey yo, rue d’Marseille, rue d’Lyon, rue d’Lille, rue Dumas

Louise-Michel, Jean Vigo, en sac à dos Lafuma
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Hey yo, meurtres sous les caméras, deals sous les caméras
C’est comme ça de sept à soixante-dix-sept ans, caille-ra

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Hey yo, couscous, tajine, mafé, colombo
Pizza, que-grè, agneau sauce gombo
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Hey yo, Sénégal, Mali, Côte d’Ivoire, Martinique
Guadeloupe, Réunion, Haïti, Algérie
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Hey yo, Didier, Komi, Ludo, Bacary

Bouba, Samuel, une pensée pour leur famille
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Y en a qui rappent [y en a qui rappent
Y en a qui jouent au foot [y en a qui jouent au foot

Y en a qui dealent [y en a qui dealent
D’autres qu’en ont rien à foutre
Respecte mon département
Respecte mon département

Y en a qui bossent [y en a qui bossent
Y en a qui vont en cours [y en a qui vont en cours
Y en a qui forcent [y en a qui forcent
Leur destin car y a plus d’amour

Respecte mon département
Respecte mon département
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93800 Lyrics – English Translation

Dictator but not self-taught
After the last King of Scotland, here is the first of
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Too many dicks, too xyz

Too many CISS-RA, too much pouch in the, in the
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P’tit of Tess, the experience of a soldier
I made the four hundred shots, and learned that the prison will wait for me

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9-3 Plaque of sick, put a fine
Solidarity with the g’z of the band
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I have friends in the four corners of the city
I was born there, I grew up, guy it’s my life
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The blades, weapons make our tears flow

Tired of dramas, ring the alarm
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Rap is not my life and weapon ports are frequent
The patients are cared for at sh#t and without a doctor

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Hand on the heart to sign the sound
For those who live in mourning the four seasons
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We lost friends, we lost relatives
The hand on the heart while putting your hand in the pocket
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There is good but the barrettes diminish

93, you can win everything or lose in ten minutes
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Original neighborhood is not a copy
If my third quarters tail your street is because it’s his girlfriend

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93 handles all the testers
The boys and girls, it’s the guns they appreciate
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Hey Yo, my thoughts never left 93
Violence, stolen cars, dealers and fries merguez
This is my
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Hey yo, white city, orgemont, xyz
Presses, the skills, the source and the justice
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Hey Yo, rue d’Marseille, rue d’Lyon, rue d’Lille, rue Dumas

Louise-Michel, Jean Vigo, in lafuma backpack
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Hey yo, murders under the cameras, deals under the cameras
It’s like seven to seventy-seven, Cailla-Ra

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Hey yo, couscous, tajine, mafé, colombo
Pizza, What-Gree, Lamb sauce Gombo
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Hey Yo, Senegal, Mali, Ivory Coast, Martinique
Guadeloupe, meeting, Haiti, Algeria
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Hey yo, didier, komi, ludo, bacary

Bouba, Samuel, a thought for their families
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There are some who pay [y in who are remaining
There are some who play football [y in who play football

There are some who dealer [y in who deals
Other than nothing to f#ck
Respect my department
Respect my department

There are some who boss [Y in who are bossed
There are some who are going on [y y in who are going on
There are some who force [Y in who force
Their destiny because there is more love

Respect my department
Respect my department
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Busta Flex Lyrics – 93800

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From the album:
Flextape 93.8 [Explicit]
Release Year: 2012