93 Empire - Woah (Sofiane, Vald, Soolking, Sadek, Mac Tyer, Heuss L’enfoiré, Kalash Criminel)

Chorus (Kalash Criminel & Sofiane) :
Everything is woah, everything is woah
Under the ski mask, everything is gang
Everything is woah, everything is woah
93 Empire, everything is Woah
Everything is woah, everything is woah
Under the ski mask, everything is gang
Everything is woah, everything is woah
93 Empire, everything is savage, savage

1st verse (Sofiane) :
Check
New chhh, paire of Woah
Drive-by, BM, Double Woah
Everything is Woah
This is the 9-Woah
The prince is spraying up the king, I pull out the woah
Everybody woah
Hermès, Dolce Gaba-Woah
The Woah are there, flashing light chhhh
Hey, bro, slang some woah
Woah sentence, load up the woah
We’re fighting them, we’re woah-ing them

2nd verse (Heuss l’Enfoiré) :
I go chhh
I grab my Woah
I call my man up that brings me some woah
I go to the dope woah
In order to make an exit like woah
Mokri is telling me that things are gang these days
I’m not even paying attention to him, I’m pouring me out a glass of Woah
J’demande aux Tartins juste d’écrire mon se-Woah (??)
Heuss l’enfoiré, that’s me, the fat mou-woah
Send some money orders to all the guys in the woah
It’s smells like trouble, I do one last ??? woah
I’m in the projects, I’m working like a Ar-savage
Artena, pi, the drug dealer got woah with some kilos, some bars of that good whoah
It’s the lawyer once again, the one that wears the ki-woah
That will get us out of the slammers for a maxi (??) woah

3rd verse (Soolking) :
Me and her is like Heuss and Anita
I don’t like you but I’ll stay kind
But Kala and moha, I don’t think so
The road I took, is like a black whole
Back then, nobody wanted me
But me, me, me, I haven’t forgotten
Veni vici, this fucking struggle
Who are you ? what do you do ? I don’t give a fuck
From Beriz to Kouba, all my DZ agree
Everything is ready, I don’t need a hand
You should have given it before
Woah, Woah
Today they’re dick riding, homie

4th verse (Vald & Sofiane) :
A minimum wage and a half for the bottle, woah
3 nine milli’ on your pussy, woah
If you (??), you gotta pay for it, Woah
9-3, the Empire of extortion, woah
9-3 Empire on the tape, woah
9-3 Empire on the funerary stele, woah
9-3, in better or in worse, woah
Yeah, nine grams in hash or in weed ? Woah
There’s French blood under the Italian clothes, half capitalist, half alien
Half super sayan, half kid, half Iranian threat
My horseman was charging up the Cayenne
It’s Manny, the friend that was betrayed, that is shooting the machine gun (savage, savage)
I write hardcore lyrics, half satanist half pagan (wouh)

5th verse (Sadek) :
I fall asleep and I wake up in silk sheets (woah, woah, woah)
My sister is acting like a slut, she’s doing law studies
I got my VVS with a Hungarian Banker (Woah woah)
In the good times, in the best places
Don’t act like a Zampa, we’ll leave you dead (woah woah)
I’ve got Goku’s hairstyle, ask Boka
Half of my meal, is your monthly revenue (woah)
They planted hidden mics, they almost got me (Woah)
The GLE’s motor covered the sound of my voice (Woah)
Come over to Las Vegas, I haven’t seen one cop
Nothing but hustlers and some guys from the 9-3 (Woah)
Yeah, guys from back where I’m from

6th verse (Mac Tyer) :
Thug life, nigga, in the Triple S, Balenciaga (woah woah)
When there’s a robbery, no one reaches late
There’s gonna be some streaming tonight, like when someone gets their ass whooped (woah)
A legend that is coming to make a killing with a barrel gun, pah pah (woah)
To each his thing, like Vald, me I walk with a limp, like when the Glock goes “clic clac”
like when the Glock goes “clic clac” (X4)
Thug life, nigga, in the Triple S, Balenciaga (hé, hé)
When there’s a robbery, no one reaches late
There’s gonna be some streaming tonight, like when someone gets their ass whooped