N° 10 [English translation]

Only number 10 guys in my team brother ..

Chorus

I don't wait for my chance to fall down from the sky ,

If you're not number 10 in Paris , you're the century's joke !

Wherever I work , victims are numerous ,

Only number 10 guys in my team

Less wise than our fathers , I squeeze up & I watch ,

Printing our rhymes on the ring with a bulldozer ,

Wherever I work , victims are numerous ,

Only number 10 guys in my team

Verse 1

I find it difficult to obey men ,

Even if my words have got handcuffs , pinned against the ground

I don't give a damn about getting good grades , few elects in our environments

Many attackers , few wingers in my suburb ,

My lyrics are in a sullen mood ,

I wanted to say I don't give a damn about being in sight

If I still have some millions of euros left to survive

My white flag is always dirty

My gun is always hot

Before facing the team , put your balls in hot water

Sometimes I want to shut my mouth but there's this damn dumb rap

So I run on alcohol & my disc gets ready ,

I hardly ever dream , I prefer to act but my life time is minimal

So obviously , infinity ends up in a mess

If I reach bronze or silver , it means I missed gold

So I'll be one of these guys who have to come back to prison

Brother , you'll ask me , after my team has beaten you up :

" How do they do to have so much style ? "

Shotguns in our hands , barrels of water in our pupils

Shorty , there are only number 10 guys in my team , not for the show only !

Chorus

Verse 2

In rap game , I write & I produce , I'm a driver , a deliverer

Alot of flowers in my funeral , surrounded by bankers

Brother , I'm not kidding with money , at the HQ bro it's all about euros ,

Let's enter in the thick of things , suburbanite , I take the bait just to party

This morning a rabbit shot down a cop !

White & brown , hey bingo !

They tell us about leather & silver , outside we turn crazy ,

Gringo , ingot department

MC , in the West accidents are hard to assume

But we're gritty , we don't kill ourselves ; we get shot !

I'm too speed , our reputations suck ,

The black stallion loves sluts with G-strings & high heels

Sound without any fixed point , villainous , dancing

My buddies & I set fire , screw his mother & his father

We have the sound that downgrades them ,

Many of them fit in the mold , trouble is their asses are stuck out ,

They think they are in the move ,

They make rap without calories , no fibres , too ugly ,

Stupid & copying others , but they haven't seen the size of my number

B.2.O.B.A. number 10 hasn't got anything to be afraid of ,

My destiny is shining or fading !

Chorus

Verse 3

You dream of being number 10 , like us ,

Streets claping hands for you , very few of them can growl like us

Golden ball thanks to my tackles to the throat , but

My hooks are OK , I make my own keys , the king of the world ,

Tallac ( Booba's production company ) screws you ,

Screw the laws , anyways arbitration is fraud since street is us out there ,

Bosses can suck us while we're selling

Drugs are often too sweet , too soft , too light , not in the 92 ( Booba's department )

So I sometimes smoke , I get high & I lose instead of taking bills & making money ..

Wherever I work , victims are numerous , only number 10 guys in my team ..

• Artist:Booba