Pour ceux

For those who move
Not for those who chicken out
Who fight, even when the greatest get walked over
For our sisters who will be the mothers of tomorrow
Hey hey cousin, mafia gangsta gangsta
For the outcasts, the misfits, the shady-eyed
Hardcore even when it's sloppy
For the social cases who make mistakes on walls with gaps
For the Tuaregs, the asphalt pirates who have little cash
On the side limping scarred with one eye
Who mess things up always in front when there's trouble

Two envelopes in the urn, in one a shoutout to the homeland
In the other a shoutout to the youth in the projects
It's for the guys with or without
A license, Loki in the box, weed in the trunk and 20 grams of pops
Charcoal like the youth
Fresh for the arrows
200% greedy too powerful cunning and sly
Raise your middle finger high if you feel me coming
Samir and the dry and then the shot might go off
It's for the accompanied girls
The charming destined shaved who glance our way
I manifest the family as the only bond for the guys from my street struggling at work

It's for the Jean Valjeans, the crazies, the tough guys
Who drive old-school BMWs with yellow headlights cruising, hoarding
Joint butts in the ashtray
Who have a rifle that can make a wild boar dance
To those you love or those who stab you who make you smile or tremble those who make you laugh until you choke the crazy ones those who want to screw or who watch it in the middle of the week personal or hardcore cartoon like Ken around the hardship we assimilate to their city like in the guerilla at the wholesaler of
Hya and sinsemilla
To those who will always be there for their family
To those who love the real party I'm not talking about the mia

Without weapons holding back my tears like Kelly Joyce
If it doesn't concern you then right now turn off your screen
Those who have understood that life is what you make of it until your death
Life is not a movie where your neighborhood would be the set
For those we have known well and rubbed shoulders with the unforgettable
It's part of our past
Of these indelible things
Those who we've accused too much of being different on the asphalt because of their attitude that's from OGBitume
For those who pay rent here
But in the homeland might become homeowners
I'm not going to spend my life playing
The sparring partner
It's for those but also those who are pissed off on ssl
For those who want shares in addition to royalties at sacem!!!!!

For the social cases who scare you who make money
Always on time exactly in the deck chairs ending up on a deck chair
You don't have yours, big dikssa who always has the bar that passes by the bar that rolls English
The tay as the only exception
For the believers the brave with little immature culture
Raised on rice on couscous on belt beatings
To the working class the dads garbage men who work in sanitation in
Pain for the virgins who don't smell like pussy armpits
Who take care of themselves do the cooking the dishes who have had the weddings
Hey yo for the drivers of powerful routine cars
The poles rolling in wheelchairs

It's for the guys who take out the cbr when it's hot who hang out at bars
The billiards in the suburbs paro
I rap for the safe crackers those who will break into your box or trunk with a loaded 12
For those who come out handsome poles under the sun in summer
Can in hand in the ghetto
Winter like summer then the guys in flight pursuit escape crimes even under the influence
For those who to get high put the sound in their ears and play ps2 all night to find sleep
For those who knock out like paro it's the taro of the crazy all ready for the cargo!!

I rap for those with bags ready to leave without boarding or leaving the airlock with the Piggy Bank
Those who do everything not to get caught the crazies
Those who speed up
The gun enthusiasts who polish their guns or those who love night trips
When you see us driving the one who bombs is Michael Knight
Those who don't have internet watch the winter events from their window the not too clear guys who we put the handcuffs on who screw the bosses
24/7 towards us the state has debts
To all those who sing our anthems you have a free field and all those with pseudonyms
And who feel free!!

Let my dream team pass
We meet at the mic it might be the most intimate moments
Done with the routine we're fed up
Of being victims because love has already mocked us
Like the Argentine jersey
My rap is the captain it's him who wears the armband
We're here to make the ghettos vibrate like Boissa
We're tougher for the softer ones for those who like gang bangs and getting
Massaged like in Thailand
If you have a good plan go for it man!!!
For those who never gave up the break or the Greeks
Other than that what did I want to say it's for the best and for the worst
For those who have the Cainfri logo embroidered on the leather

For the Cainfri
All those who have dotted the i's
For those who have left it's for my buddy it's L.A.S
It's for those who vote those who fight for their buddies
Those who seek the jackpot
Those who have lost friends in the street
Those for those who suffer for the ghetto for the hardcore guys
For all those who don't eat pork for all those who sleep outside
That's for the guys who don't joke around
Don't mess with me

For those who move
Not for those who chicken out
Who fight, even when the greatest get walked over
For our sisters who will be the mothers of tomorrow
Hey hey cousin, mafia gangsta gangsta
For the outcasts, the misfits, the shady-eyed
Hardcore even when it's sloppy
For the social cases who make mistakes on walls
Who have gaps
For the Tuaregs, the asphalt pirates who have little cash
On the side limping scarred with one eye
Who mess things up always in front when there's trouble