MRC – Ma Zone (English lyrics)

1st verse (MRC) :
Homie, things are shitty in my head
There’s nothing but bitches around me
Lead shower in the crowd, ralala
I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like me
Nobody helped me get out of the misery
Up in their mothers ralala
We hide the feelings that are in our hearts
Betray me just once : AK à la Bagara, rarara
Be careful of your best friend
He wants to screw you over behind your back, plata o plomo, rarara
If you want war we’ll do it
Lights out for all the bitches
I can see jealousy that is pointing it’s finger at me from far away
Proud like a Turk, like a DZ
I won’t give up on all this as long as I won’t see my father driving a Porsche Cayenne
We don’t know them, they’re all on our nuts
Your best friend is talking to you about love but your money is the only things that attracts him
Honey, I don’t have time to talk about love
It’s the money, the money that we want, there’s my family calling me
They took us for barbarians, because we make stacks on stacks on the dope spot
He started frontin’, we rushed him, tah-tah
They all started running, there’s no one left to make war war now
tell them that we’re determined once more
Go tell my mother that sooner or later it will pay off
Bullet in the head if we don’t have anything else to do
How many of them started sucking dicks for a little stack

Chorus (MRC) :
I still haven’t change, everyday I’m in my zone
I don’t blend in with those bitches, I’m in my zone
Don’t come around breaking our balls, we’re in the zone
Get away from here, there’s only my family in my zone
Everyday, I’m in my zone, I’m in my zone
Everyday, I’m in my zone, I’m in my zone
Everyday, I’m in my zone, I’m in my zone
Everyday, I’m in my zone, I’m in my zone

2nd verse (Yl) :
It’s crystal clear, like your death in the parking lot
24 carats, on my bitche’s neck, hein
A generation caught up in bullshit, that forces us to wear bullet proof vests
I don’t expect nothing more from my homies
I don’t expect nothing more, brother
2018, Marseilles, bro, it’s a hell of a year, hell on earth
Come validate us
In love with the street, I french kiss her
I was already hanging out down stair before I was of age
It becomes lucrative starting from middle school
Around here, we get by on drug trafficking and courage
I don’t answer when my biatch calls
I can’t remember what you look like, my beauty
I’m thinking on investing in some dark things
When the mayor of my village greets me
I make no mistakes in my accounts
Don’t get it twisted, my projects is my trampoline
The boss speed passes in front of the troop
Strong like a Turk, I’m finishing my full day of hustle
I make no mistakes in my accounts
Don’t get it twisted, my projects is my trampoline
The boss speed passes in front of the troop
Strong like a Turk, I’m finishing my full day of hustle

Chorus (MRC) :
I still haven’t change, everyday I’m in my zone
I don’t blend in with those bitches, I’m in my zone
Don’t come around breaking our balls, we’re in the zone
Get away from here, there’s only my family in my zone
Everyday, I’m in my zone, I’m in my zone
Everyday, I’m in my zone, I’m in my zone
Everyday, I’m in my zone, I’m in my zone
Everyday, I’m in my zone, I’m in my zone

Outro (MRC) :
Everyday, I’m in my zone
Everyday, I’m in my zone
All night, I’m in my zone
Until death in my zone

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