MRC – Territoire (English lyrics)

Chorus :
We gotta make money
I kicked my enemies out of the territory
We gotta make money
Only my fam can set foot on my territory
And look at me, you don’t know how bad I’m hurting
I’m thinking back on my life in the projects
You don’t know how bad I’m hurting

1st verse :
Keep your hand outs I’m making it out on my own
You’re seeing me at ease I know that you’re raging deep down
Right now it’s too late because I have a black hearth
I’ve got souvenirs that hurt me
Don’t talk to me I know who you are
We loved each other we avoided each other
Talk to me about money you little bastard
There’s no love downstairs of the project buidling
At night I search for my sleep
I’m so cursed
I’m not tired anymore
I want to do evil that’s the only thing that pays
I don’t want any of this world anymore will I make it to paradise
Everything is going bad inside my head
When everything is going well I feel disgusted
Bro all my plans failed
I damage myself in the projects all night
Things are shitty you want to make money
I’m being told to enjoy life you only have one
I don’t give a fuck about Sheitan
I’m thinking on tommorow
I’m preparing my death
I only have one
You won’t take nothing with you
In your shroud
I got fed up of life
I just want to see my loved one at peace
In order to be able to leave like a man

Chorus :
We gotta make money
I kicked my enemies out of the territory
We gotta make money
Only my fam can set foot on my territory
And look at me, you don’t know how bad I’m hurting
I’m thinking back on my life in the projects
You don’t know how bad I’m hurting

2nd verse :
I dream of a villa at Malaga
I hated them since the sandbox days
Who will love me with nothing in my hands
The dirty money running under my hands
But who will want a crazy guy like me
Even if you left you’re mines alone
Don’t get fooled by love
I could forget about you out of love
There’s nothing but bitches no real men
I haven’t changed I’m not like them
I wanted to fill my pockets
I wanted to make money
I woudl give the names up of those who betrayed me
Too many of them disapointed me
Homie I’m getting the hell away from here
I’m self made
Tell me who are you
When you’re hurting who is around ?
When I’m hurting who is around ?
I don’t want to blow I don’t give a fuck
I want to see my fam do their thing
Love drove me crazy
I prefer the money in the hand bag
Back where I’m from the littel kids do evil things
The angels became Sheitans
I think about my life at 4 in the AM
In order to make it out I have to do dirt

Chorus (X2) :
We gotta make money
I kicked my enemies out of the territory
We gotta make money
Only my fam can set foot on my territory
And look at me, you don’t know how bad I’m hurting
I’m thinking back on my life in the projects
You don’t know how bad I’m hurting

MRC – Territoire (English lyrics)