[Intro]
93 hardcore
93 hardcore
93 hardcore

[Chorus]
Everyone wants to shoot, everyone wants to swindle someone else
It is the end, there is no more money
93 hardcore
Raise your arms if you're strong
Northern district, everyone want to be rich
Yet our hands bath in mud
Everyone wants to shoot, everyone wants to swindle someone else
It is the end, there is no more money
93 hardcore
Raise your arms if you're strong

[Verse 1 - Mac Tyer]
In my 93 dude, we're too much to look after easy cash
We fuck expensive hoes, not our five fingers
Hard-workers district, we want to fill our pockets
But kiddo, i already told you it an hundred times, nobody is perfect
Lucifer you're so gorgeous, let's have a quick fuck
Lady Misery is too weak and ugly, she's engaged with all of us
We need to help each other, to make money together
Brother, we need less guns and more bills
So we can have a quite life
We come from jails, ain't no more social helps
We're being persecuted
But they will loose against Belzebuth
You know, long studies will always be worthier than a long jail sentence
In this business, our brothers are killing each other
Motherfuckers, I've seen through your deadly strategy
Dead youngs can't complain to the court
You know my life, it's same in every hood
I'll fuck France until she loves me
Even condemned we're hanging out
We try to survive, to make some cash
We're so many to dream about hundreds of bills
Too much sadness and not enough peacefull moments
Hey, stay strong
So many pious dads look at their sons ending up in Boboche
We haven't much, but we still shoot down traitors
We gamble with our live down in the hood
Seine-Saint-Denis, you shouldn't have challenge us
So much dead bodies in front of the judge
And so many junkies everywhere
You're scared but that's my 93
Full of wasted folks and starving poors
Cops won't show any respect
Fuck their inspector
Here both people and criminal records aren't clean
Fool, you're only disappointing your mother when you end up in jail
Dude, our streets look like coffins
A single shot is enough to call the ambulance
A violence storm rise for a bit of wealth
I can't take it anymore
Don't say to me where you hide your treasure or I'll draw my gun