SOFIANE – Ma cité a craqué ft BAKYL (English lyrics)

Intro (Sofiane & Bakyl) :
My projects, my projects have gone crazy
My projects, my projects have gone crazy
My projects, my projects have gone crazy
My projects, my projects have gone crazy
My projects, my projects have gone crazy
My projects, my projects have gone crazy
My projects, my projects have gone crazy
My projects, my projects have gone crazy

1st verse (Sofiane) :
They wanna kill me, six feet under ground
I speak with the same accent as Alpha 5.20, I swear on my mother
I drink during the day, at night I kill them
Even the angel of death has his motorbike licence
They collected the shells, if you know something, answer
There’s several messages on the PGP encryption, indeed
We’re going crazy, jumping to the roof, I’ve done it
Stunned by the facts, the police drug squad dismantled my drug ring, shit
The genie in the bottle, why are you stuttering ?
It seems to me that you’re talking about me
I’m the big guy in the projects, we know the place by heart
I even feel capable of presenting you to your own neighbor
You came over for your fix, alone in the Audi
They wanna start something, call Yabou homie, they’re sosies
Crack in the pot, you came over at So’s, the cops too
Shit is like the Playmobil, there’s all kind of stories
We make it snow, we make it rain
I’m not responsible, I’m impressionable
Even the judge has forbidden me from seeing my own self
He’s coming from behind but I saw him bro
Nine milliliter taped under the desk
9-3, the land of the looters, at the moment we’re 6 billions, like the guys at les Mureaux, Fianso

Chorus (Bakyl) :
My projects, my projects, my projects
My projects, my projects have gone crazy
My projects, my projects, my projects
My projects, my projects have gone crazy
My projects, my projects, my projects
My projects, my projects have gone crazy
My projects, my projects, my projects
My projects, my projects have gone crazy
My projects, my projects, my projects
My projects, my projects have gone crazy
My projects, my projects, my projects
My projects, my projects have gone crazy
My projects, my projects, my projects
My projects, my projects have gone crazy
My projects, my projects, my projects
My projects, my projects have gone crazy

2nd verse (Bakyl) :
They wanna kill me, they have reasons to worry
I’ve got a gun on me, my brother is on my right
They can go fuck their mothers, I’m pissed off
Angry stair, yeah, determined arab
We don’t know each other, don’t judge me
I walk around with my head up on the streets of Paris
Walk with me, don’t panic
I keep my bag with me, when it starts shooting, I don’t play around
I’m in front of you, at the traffic light I’m not advancing
Set things on fire, No one dances in my town
Kid you’re trippin’, go back to school
Nothing surprises me anymore, since Jean-Ba days
You no longer do it per kilos, youu do it per tons
Rivers of tears on the cheeks of our parents
I’m not a woman, I don’t queue up
I make paper, crack, coke, hash, weed
I you wanna gun me down, bring 32 of you
If I pull out the Toka, wallah run for your lives
Since I was a kid, I’ve been doing what I can
Some purple euro bills, and not just a little
Wallah I’m starving, little snot-nose kid
I know where I come from so I know what I want

Chorus :
My projects, my projects, my projects
My projects, my projects have gone crazy
My projects, my projects, my projects
My projects, my projects have gone crazy
My projects, my projects, my projects
My projects, my projects have gone crazy
My projects, my projects, my projects
My projects, my projects have gone crazy
My projects, my projects, my projects
My projects, my projects have gone crazy
My projects, my projects, my projects
My projects, my projects have gone crazy
My projects, my projects, my projects
My projects, my projects have gone crazy
My projects, my projects, my projects
My projects, my projects have gone crazy

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