La saga 2000

[Intro - Dreddy Kruger] Yeah, back up in here again From Medina to Marseille You know what I'm sayin? La Saga 2000 Takin Francs to the bank [Refrain 1 - Dreddy Kruger] Up in Sad Hill, IAM, the Sunz of Man Royal Fam rule, IAM, you know the jam Faf Larage, wrapped in camouflage Hip-hop in Mars to Medina is fuckin large [Chorus 2: Faf Larage] Ici la Sad Hill, IAM et Sunz of Man, Royal Fam Faf Larage sur son frein La Saga 2000 pour te remetre à la page Hip-hop, international de bic et Mars [Dreddy Kruger] I can't see a thing, but I care A mouse piss on cotton, my style is rotten Spoiled by vets who Protect they Necks Do the knowledge to the mathematical slang that's handsome Funny hot dogs get played at the speed of fast forward For comin toward me with that bullshit, I'm from Bushwick 7-1-8, get it straight, you're fake I slap the shit outta you with your own fuckin tape Dreddy Kruger from New York, Faf Larage go ahead and elaborate [Faf Larage] Sunz of Man, IAM, Royal Fam, Conquête et Faf Larage Un Pacte de rhymes larges, Bic et Mars connecte Je vois les faux MCs s’vexent, c'est ce qui me rallie à c’texte Cette shit est worldwide Coeur s’fout le son a font, c'est chaud qu'on y aille Optimisé pac mick c'est high quand je taille En amorcement voilà c'que c'est, c'est d'rester un exemple Concrét d'un petit qui vient de la rue Pour ceux qui avaient pas le choix, pour ceux qui croient Pour ceux qui voulaient reussir mais qu'on a bridé en bas Pour ceux qui croient que notre place est dans des usines ou des prisons On vous chie dessus, vise les sommets avec les notre et on y XXX dessus [Cut et scratch] "From Medina to Marseille" Timbo King [Refrain 3 - Prodigal Sunn] We movin on strong, learnin right from wrong When you dead, buried and gone, yo the world goes on You see, life is like a Sad Hill song, some blast chrome The ghetto is a place that we all call home [Prodigal Sunn] It's the universal Sun-splash, when the guns blast So run fast, some knights saw the blood and hash, green grass A team of solid brass load a machine for task Reminice about the days when I schemed for cash Thought that was the past, never thought my dreams would pass Havin a flashback, I was a king, movin to jazz Vocal pizazz, every word is sharp as the last We move in dark mass, tune as a harp, we mind cast Keep my body fast, like a whirlwind, of Tai Chi It's the alley do-or-die emcee, one man assembly I simply, came to rock this M-I-C Endevour to be the greatest livin form of energy [Faf Larage] Sur la vie, comme une mélodie triste mais demain juré J'en ferai la symphonie de mes tripes Pour ceux qui ne savent pas lire Il faut qu’ils puissent m'entendre, écrit pour ceux qui comprennent Qu’il faut s'en sortir ensemble Écrit pour ceux qui veulent niquer le rap On sent que certains nazes ont plus d'impact que de gunshot [Prodigal Sunn] I spit my shit like a hurricane Tearin your frame, sparin your family name Strange and insane from a lifetime of pain Used to roll dice on the train, precise in the game Fuck your ice, fame and shame, I splice juguler vain Spit that W slang bang, witness the bloodstain The flood came, sustain the grain through mud and rain Sustain the grain through mud and rain Yo, sustain the grain through mud and rain [Refrain 3] [Refrain 1] [Refrain 3] [Outro - Dreddy Kruger / Prodigal Sunn)] Marseille.. Marseille That's how we do it It's just that world that we live in Francs to the bank We got plans to live large La Saga 2000 We got plans to live large Yea, yea, Kheops It's just that world that we live in