Lacrim – Tous les même (English lyrics)

Intro :
R.I.P.R.O 3
O.K
Tah, tah, tah, tah
Lacrim
Tah, tah, tah, tah
Tah, tah

1st verse :
I’ve got worries on my shoulders that their body weights wouldn’t be able to support
“Get away far from here”, the homie told me, I’m already baring my fangs
We’ll do to this Rap game what Rock has done in it’s prime
Benjamin told me “prison has become your rest home”
Yeah, it’ll go “rah rah”, If killing me is part of what you’re talking about
Just like in the nose, you (??) coco, you insult me, spit on my photos
Dj Bellek is doing me some sick ass passes, I’m smoking weed, it’s Laps’s own, bro
Your team is on the floor, blow for blow, I’m heartless now

Pre chorus :
All of your homies are starving
Eating my bread, taking away what is precious from me, never
My friend, I lurk around in the morning
Joint in my hand, in order to count my bread

Chorus :
They’re all the same, you’re screaming loudly
It’s either you pay, son of a bitch, or you’re dead
If you manage to screw us over, then you’re really good
I know that you’re broke, broke, broke, broke, so no business
They’re all the same, you’re screaming loudly
It’s either you pay, son of a bitch, or you’re dead
If you manage to screw us over, then you’re really good
I know that you’re broke, broke, broke, broke, so no business

2nd verse :
From wanting to prove myself, I grew tired of that
Buy ten boxes of that dope shit from us, there won’t be any bad suprises
I’m at Neuilly but my name isn’t Nicolas
I can “Ratata” you, from Fuengirola
My phone is going “Tan-tan” probably for some money
I’m leaving my house, I’m doing the turn of Paris, strapped up, I’m lurking around at the places where you can see the wolves
Only god, I’m not afraid of you, I’m in the night club with in a tracksuit
25 for the booking, one ticket will get you laid by a red haired, silencer in the Parking lot

Pre chorus :
All of your homies are starving
Eating my bread, taking away what is precious from me, never
My friend, I lurk around in the morning
Joint in my hand, in order to count my bread

Chorus :
They’re all the same, you’re screaming loudly
It’s either you pay, son of a bitch, or you’re dead
If you manage to screw us over, then you’re really good
I know that you’re broke, broke, broke, broke, so no business
They’re all the same, you’re screaming loudly
It’s either you pay, son of a bitch, or you’re dead
If you manage to screw us over, then you’re really good
I know that you’re broke, broke, broke, broke, so no business