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Terrorist

Think that a child is being told
How his parents suck,
That his brothers are some drunkard failures
And that their only chance is some strangers.
It's normal to be depressed,
It's normal to not have trust in himself.
In the end he'll be a slave, that's just how it is, right? He deserves it!
The same is with Romanians.
'It's bad in Romania! It's really cool abroad!
Stephen the Great was a fornicator!
Michael the Brave wasn't that brave!
Don't pray, you're old-fashioned!'
The problem is that a lie told a thousand times,
Can't become true.
Probably that's why for some,
All this will be just nonsense.
 
Chorus (x2):
You wanna hear what's in your heart and soul,
On letters there's only a weird stamp.
I am sorry that the price was paid with blood,
And we forgot in train stations the Romanian land.
 
'Not even a bit of land will be handed back!'
 
Rap1:
Aha!
The president compares
The love for the country
With a big nonsense that must dissapear.
Family ain't good, he likes it the other way*,
Who supports it: 'religious fundamentalism'.
You can call me 'terrorist', 'nationalist',
I won't shut up,
I will tell it even on the disk.
First history lesson in school,
Should be a lesson about national pride.
Children let their heads down and flee the country,
Because they always tell us how great is abroad.
We pay tribute, children run away,
While we sell every bit of land.
We've been here for thousands of years!
Don't give us nonsense! No!
It's in an artifact,
It's in the blood that was lost,
It's in the sword and shield.
 
Chorus:
You wanna hear what's in your heart and soul,
On letters there's only a weird stamp.
I am sorry that the price was paid with blood,
And we forgot in train stations the Romanian land.
 
Rap 2:
Wait a second!
'Homophobic, nationalist, misogynist,
Religious fundementalist', because I support,
And I believe, and I won't become
A citizen that believes all their bullshit.
That's why I'll bow and tell the Lord's Prayer,
Some would like us to have nothing holy around us.
I would like a world with clear principles,
Not one that, if you have ideas, you draw terror.
It wants you too accept any error,
Otherwise you won't have food on the table.
Who's the terrorist then?
Tell me, tell me, come on,
Who's the terrorist then?
Now, only English without diacritics,
I know, the one who criticize you make an attack.
You're sour, citric!
Cynical times,
The country is crying, there's no peace!
Don't give us nonsense,
We've been here for thousands of years!
We fought with the weapon in hand,
That's why in my country
I want to hear only Romanian!
 
Chorus (x2):
You wanna hear what's in your heart and soul,
On letters there's only a weird stamp.
I am sorry that the price was paid with blood,
And we forgot in train stations the Romanian land.
 
'I want this nation to know more and more what they want,
and realize what they can achieve.
Because I will live them a legacy:
Wallachia, Transylvania and Moldova.
My dream has come true!”
(Last scene of the movie ”Mihai Viteazul”, 1970)
 

Hood Story

{Chorus} x2
{Cătălina Toma}
Everyday it's a story,
there's new hope everyday,
The same hood story it's happening again
and you start asking yourself if life's a gain!
 
{Marijuana}
Thank God my folks have always been with me,
they helped me during good and bad time,
But out there there's alcoholic mothers, parents that beat their kid,
keep your head up, the world it's wicked.
Look at this kid, no one thinks he's worth a dime,
he's loved by thugs, he grew up in the hood,
He did not had a father to take care of him,
he did not had the same life like other kids of his age.
So many screams, so many beatings, the same thing every day,
he cant wrap his head around it, he doesnt know what to do,
What will happen with him now,
will he forever be a thug in the hood?
 
{Chorus} x2
 
{Ganja}
A young teen girl will become a mother soon,
she's with child, and this makes her life complicate,
It was no one's fault, it was just a mistake,
her parents dont want to hear about it and they kicked her out.
Thugs want to sleep with her
like she's a whore who makes money in the bed,
She has no money, it becomes more hard for her as time passes by,
nobody is helping her, not even the mighty God,
it seems like she's forgotten by all.
Over all this hardship, one day the kid is born on the dirty streets,
his mother is crying against a wall
and is holding at her chest the unwanted child.
She would like to get rid of him and everything to end,
she tried a few time but she could not do it,
Maybe it will get better, nobody knows the future anyway,
but I'm sure this is just a story for someone like you!
 
{Chorus} x2
 
{Cătălina Toma}
For some these are stories said by cocky people,
they dont pay attention to a story from the hood,
Some are well brought up, came from the good part of society,
they cant even stand when people cuss.
They claim it's scandalous, its dangerous to speak about such things,
to hear stories about teen girls and how it goes on the streets,
People talk a lot but they do little,
nobody is wondering why life is a struggle for some people.
 
{Marijuana}
Teens of today will become thugs, they holla for money
because they were born among thugs.
Who's at fault for this? Everyone will eventually find an excuse,
but when it comes to punishing, everyone says you're guilty.
I made a lot of mistakes, I dont wanna make em again,
if today I'm no winner, tomorrow I dont wanna be a looser,
Life's a string of same old stories,
there's the same story in every hood.
 
{Chorus} x2
 

Words

{Intro} x6
Words!
 
{Puya}
Some people act tough but they some weak ass bitches,
they pretend in front of other suckers. You clowns!
Just words are for naught,
no lie will make you bigger that you are,
You spread the word in the Hood that you're a millionare,
when in fact you dont even have a few dimes in your pockets!
Others spit out boss names, gipsy clans,
but their words are not worth a penny.
Every clown shakes in fear when he's about to be beat down,
every well dressed gipsy think he's Fane Spoitoru', [1]
Words have no meaning only facts count,
big shots are made and not created,
Fags stress me out when they go crazy,
let me see what you can do, words dont impress me!
Who I sing for? I will answer you,
you can find me here in Sălăjan, I'm not hiding!
 
{Chorus} x2
Dont speak if you know nothing,
dont believe every word said by others!
Dont act like something that you'll never be,
those are shitty words, I hear them every day!
 
{Uzzi}
So that suckers can identify the OG's
I will explain to you how it is every day and every year:
There are those that earn their keep...
(and there are whores who like to suck dick!)
...from my Hood to Sălăjan, where Puya lives.
You can make a lot of money if you use the right words,
but you can also end at the morgue for a bad choice of words,
(Every day...)
...and every night
one cop after another come to our hanging spots,
they so stupid that (At ease soldier!)
they await just a word to drag you to jail.
All I'm left with are my people and they with me, like when we started,
snitches got weeded out since long ago,
So fuck the police, fuck bitches,
fuck those gossip spreading whores!
I have respect for those that lived the same life like me,
others can go: poc, poc, poc, poc
That's for you!
Tell 'em!
 
{Chorus} x2
 
{Șișu}
Sometimes wrong words can weigh a lot more,
they bring you more violence than a bad deed,
They can turn a lady into bitch,
can turn a thug into some gossip subject.
There is word that some teen girl is sucking dick,
brother, everyone does what he knows with his mouth!
Many clowns speak shit just to feel important,
I think the truth scares the shit outta em,
If you dont believe me, it means that you never saw
huge beefs between thugs over just a few words,
For just a few curses said after a few glasses,
thugs lie in bed in the emergency room.
Many men wouldnt be locked up now
if they wouldnt have paid attention to stupid words,
Suckers speak as much as they can, but they dont know
that some simple words can bring them death!
 
{Chorus} x3
 

A Hustler's Guts

{Intro}
{Puya}
You know it well that the thugs from Sălăjan never back down!
 
{Marijuana}
Once again, the most loyal girl
came back to prove to the suckers what she can do,
Marijuana, I'm in this Hood game,
La Familia's still so vicious even in '98.
I see whores and boys how they mess up,
they got all over themselfs and can no longer shut up,
Everyone thinks they can make rhymes, that they can sing,
every sucker think there's someone out there listening.
I've been playing this thugging game years before,
this is not a sucker's game for sure,
I dont like to butt in but I know what I'm saying,
I dont sing to make the scandal bigger that it is, I dont complicate things.
But every damn day a fool steps up,
unsettled by a huge hate, he wants to show you how great he is,
Did I wake you up or you still did not get your head straight?
Continue to be suckers cuz you're doing great!
 
{Chorus} x4
{Puya}
Shout 'La Familia' if you are with me,
our enemies die of envy when we're doing good!
 
{Șișu}
I'm not here to speak nonesense, like some boys think I do,
I'm not here to act as an agent, I have a hustler's guts!
Here is Bucharest, is neither the east nor the west,
I dont care about other people's beef, it's not my beef,
there are too many agents, I dont even know who to work with,
everyone thinks that if they listen to music they can also rap.
You talk only about us, you have no message,
but in front of the mic you're all brave,
You just came into this business but you think you're some big shots,
suckers better stay away, I have a hustler's guts!
 
{Puya}
I remember how it was in the begining,
everyone used to look down on me, now I'm way far ahead of them,
I have thugs left and right ready to act for me,
I sing for thugs and I always try to do it right.
But some suckers are obsessed,
all of a sudden they became big shots,
At least act like men not like children,
everything is over, your time has passed,
your empire is crumbling and your boss is crying like a bitch.
 
{Chorus} x4
 
{Șișu}
I cant stand to pe stepped on by some suckers,
you better keep your head up otherwise it hurts even more,
Fags like to act tough,
to talk big, that's a sign they suckers for sure.
But now it's over, I can no longer stand this shit,
you pouty just like whores when I grope their ass,
You're just some fake diamonds that break on touch,
gelosy and envy is all you have.
 
{Puya}
Music brought me pleasure but also enemies,
life is more complicated than poker on a high stake,
I hope I will last until the end, I dont give up,
it's better to be dead than on my knees.
Bitches wanna trick me,
some thugs dont wanna mind their business,
Many men find me flaws, different opinions appear everyday
when a sucker thinks he's some big shot.
I represent Sălăjan everywhere I go
and I intent to make myself worthy in front of all,
I'm a thug, I have a hustler's guts!
 
{Chorus} x4
 

Do what you have to do

{Intro} x 4
Do what you have to do...
 
{Puya}
I like to do everything that crosses my mind,
No regrets, no hard feelings about it,
Good or bad, I do it my way,
But it's the worst when people label you a good for nothing.
Sometimes that stresses me out,
I do what I feel I have to do, that's what it matters,
I will be exactly how I have to be,
How it will end that I do not know.
 
{Șișu}
I've made mistakes, I don't want to do 'em again,
All I've gained was made by being myself, I hate to loose,
I'm not a role model nor do I wanna be,
What I was is still what I'm today, and that's how I will be many year later.
If you wanna say something, say it,
If you wanna make money, make 'em,
If you dont wanna do nothing, do nothing,
Nobody is guiding you and giving you advice,
You have to know that you will always have to...
 
{Chorus} x2
Do what you have to do!
Only you know...
Do what you have to do!
It will be like it will be...
 
{Puya}
I have this music in my blood and it's contagious,
Do you remember what's the deal with my music?
If you do then you know I want respect,
But I'm not just wating for you to give it to me for nothing,
Things dont happen out of thin air,
You have to make 'em happen every damn time.
You wont see me act pretentious
Like those suckers that sing like little girls,
Some people wanna teach me how to act,
Some should leave me alone, I cant stand them.
If you wana chase after money
Or waste years in the streets with your fellow thungs,
If you wanna keep you head up no matter how much money is involved
Or give up easily like a good whore,
Do it like that, have no regrets,
Do what you feel you have to do with your life.
 
{Chorus} x2
 
{Șișu}
I dont speak nonesense, it's all about green papers,
You know, if you wanna be someone you have to know to make 'em.
Everybody has his own way to earn money,
I earn 'em by making music,
If you wanna do it with us, come in our Brigade,
Dont stay away, come with us outside.
All I wanna say is that this Brigade is for
All those who kept their hearts clean
And did all they felt to do,
Those who never let other people order 'em around.
Personaly, I have my pride as a fighter,
And I will stay like that 'till the day I'll die,
I do only what I feel it's good for me,
I've earned my respect on the streets and I'm still alive,
I dont do what others tell me I should do,
I do only what I feel like and that's how I'm staying true.
 
{Chorus} x2
 

Bucharest

It stresses,it triggeres some,
But what does it matter?
Come with me if you wanna visit it
Don’t make illusions,it’s not what you think
It’s divided in neighborhoods by a bunch of sly boys
Every district has it’s own city boy
If you ask me where I live
I’ll say in Sălăjan,in the center of the periphery
Where corn knocks on your window
 
I was joking of course,
But better be careful
You don’t want to get in a fight with some nuthead
Because every kid has some money in his pocket
It’s a sly night so there’s no point
to explain to that kid that he’s nuts
Let him be with his nose up high
Because at every street corner you’ll find thousands of them
Maybe I forgot to tell you,but you’re in Bucharest!
 
You know it,this is Bucharest
You know it,you’re gonna get it
This is a paradise of stray people
A country of tramps!
 
Cells,ladies that smile in Mercedeses
Kids and kiddos that beg for something to eat
In Balta Albă,Pantelimon,we go everywhere’s the same
Colentina,Titan,the same type of districts
Blocks and rough streets
Not everything is a dream
This was a little paradise
But now it’s a stray people paradise
 
In the summer heat
The season with lots of women
You can guess their curves in their way too tight clothes
And your mouth waters when you see them licking on their ice creams
And you almost forget you have a girl home waiting for you
You can’t stand the temptation
And the pile of money from your pocket is starting to thin badly
Perverted chicks
They shake it for money
While the arabs salivate around their tables
Anyway,be careful
Don’t mess it up,you don’t wanna get it
Because I forgot to tell you,this is...
 
You know it,It’s Bucharest,
You know it,you’re gonna get it
This is the paradise of stray people,
A country of tramps!
 
Not everyone does illegal stuff
There’s a small percent that work everyday
For nothing,they work a whole life
But they know well that they won’t live well
Boys do combinations,they don’t care
Because in the end the innocent fall in the trap
At night,Bucharest,clubs are full
Why do they see life better from the bottom of the bottle.
 
This is the city I live in
Big and perverted
All I do is write another verse
To leave boys with their mouth wide open
My style of bad boy starts to get popular around them
And they can’t to nothing when I have my boys behind my back
They’re on my side,I’m like a brother to them
Respect Bucharest
The city I was born in
Wherever I’d go in the world,I won’t forget it.
 
You know it,this is Bucharest
You know it,you’re gonna get it
This is a paradise to stray people
A country of tramps!
 

The Argentinian Family

Let's eat, let's go!
Mom, mom, he took of my straw...
 
Long live the peace in our home,
children come from studying,
and we sit to drink coffee,
and we smile.
While dad goes to work,
I sing and start to brush down.
My pretty hands can't stand it anymore,
and there's no more cream.
 
But anyway theres something essential,
that is defending and loving
our argentinian family.
To keep the faith and the moral,
pray and foster
well made couples.
 
Dad comes without saluting,
I forgot cooking today,
that's why we won't fight,
turn on the TV.
Children know to respect,
they don't have vices nor meanness,
they always use walkmans,
I can't talk to them,
They never listen to me.
 
They all went to sleep, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
the TV is about to end, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Now there's time to talk,
bring me the news.
 

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The family

The Sundays with the family
a box of surprises
the humor on the table
hand made pasta and TV
The Sundays with the family
caresses jokes and emotions
as desserts discussions
gossips truco and coffee.
 
The family is a typical clan
they share the laughter the anger and the bread
The family is the most faithful copy
it looks like yours, mine and his
The family is a little country
if it's together it can be happy
The family invites you to come
in the good times and the bad times
it will always make you a place.
 
The Sundays with the family
with brothers father and mother in law
with some black sheep
it couldn't miss.
The Sundays with the family
to remove your sorrows
with smell of good stuff
from the mother hands
 

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