Rimkus – Du Papier (English lyrics)

Intro :
Lacrim, Kore
R.I.M.Kus, Ripro 2

1rst verse :
You bastard, I’m not the type of guy you invite to a party
You saw me on the dance floor tonight, but it was only to deliver a little something in order to have a good time
Y’a qu’les bolosses qui tirent pour des jarrets
Partir en conflit, pourquoi un rond (??)
We only go to war for the fam’
We’ll get down with you, if your plan seems legit
But share the profits equally
Or else things might get out of control
Be careful not to let these sons of bitches see that some are upset
With just one anonymous phone call you can easily end up
On a hit man’s list
Real bullets, blank shots, different shadings
Jerky, it goes ratatata in order to make sure we didn’t miss anyone
I did my studies in the dope spot
Only the real guys know what I look like behind these tinted glasses
I’ll school these guys, no karate
In order to build myself back up, I didn’t have to play a single euro at the Quinté

Chorus :
They’re broke, I’m legit, I speak about the streets, who can do it better than me ?
I feel helpless when I take a look at all what’s going on around me, somebody pinch me
This is the projects, you’ll end up drowning without money around here
Too bad for the Amazon forest homie, we’re after that paper
I’m well placed to speak about the streets homie
I feel helpless when I see my brothers get handcuffed for no reason
This is the projects, there’s screw ups, fucked up plans
Too bad for the Amazon forest homie, we’re after that paper

Bridge (x2) :
We’re after that paper
Big up to all the neighborhoods that work like factories
Around here if the cops are in the kitchen
It’s not to give it a makeover

2nd verse :
I rap under truth serum, the little kids are way too hungry
They tackle down the older guys when they keep the ball for too long
Burned out like with napalm
Because we would like to drown in things that we don’t have
Raid your apartment, find a fortune that would make our dicks hard
To each his share, to each his gain, to each his investment
In order to feed ourselves, we pay in cash
I rather not owe anybody anything the day my door gets busted open
To each his share, it’s better that way, everyone is responsible for his own wrongs
Everyone can get away far from here, the older guys are dormant
We need to throw rocks at the pigs, they’re only good at pissing us off
They make our horns grow
Then complain when they have to pick up the corpses
Open the doors of the penitentiary, for all of my homies
That are exited about money, weed, business, bitches and big motors 100c

Chorus :
They’re broke, I’m legit, I speak about the streets, who can do it better than me ?
I feel helpless when I take a look at all what’s going on around me, somebody pinch me
This is the projects, you’ll end up drowning without money around here
Too bad for the Amazon forest homie, we’re after that paper
I’m weel placed to speak about the streets homie
I feel helpless when I see my brothers get handcuffed for no reason
This is the projects, there’s screw ups, fucked up plans
Too bad for the Amazon forest homie, we’re after that paper

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