| In the head there is only crisis
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| Cops want to get us
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| Love my block like family
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| Pushing non-stop, chasing targets
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| In the head there is only crisis
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| Cops want to get us
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| Love my block like family
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| Pushing non-stop, chasing targets
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| I can't sleep at night because the money keeps me awake
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| Did the first big chunk when I was sixteen
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| Believe me, everything takes its course, distribute haze in the city
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| Come in with a ski mask and say: "Hey, what's up?"
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| 'Cause we're chasing profits, numbing our senses
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| Pushing to the limit, other brothers are sitting inside
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| Make a fiver, the other pushes a box and snaps a fiver
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| The phone rings for hours
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| Every day from new every minute
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| Customs officers catch drivers on the route
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| They call because I have good ones
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| My brother has a tip, I'll take the nines with me and say "Hello!"
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| Bato, no time, I'm leaving
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| Three hundred on the speedometer, want eight hundred, capo, ano
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| What's going on? |
| You're bums like from the train station
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| After dinner a Garro, meanwhile a manhunt is going on
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| I can't sleep because money keeps me awake
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| Six o'clock in the morning, from the apartment to the cell block
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| Disgusting, the officer locks the cell
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| Because for the way we go, there will be jail at the end
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| In the head there is only crisis
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| Cops want to get us
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| Love my block like family
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| Pushing non-stop, chasing targets
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| In the head there is only crisis
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| Cops want to get us
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| Love my block like family
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| Pushing non-stop, chasing targets
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| Everything around us is gray, but I swear I'll get us out
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| Not a moment that I regret, I've already seen through everything
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| Load the sharp and I shoot, make a profit with rabbit
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| Fuck the state and the judiciary, we've been on the deal for years
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| It is and has never been otherwise, tens a month — standard
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| Tenners always at Mama's because of the bill for the lawyer
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| With the boys to Amsta, armored in the seven
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| Always loaded, smoking joints, fuck the amcas
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| Resmen, we're waiting for action
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| Always sharp under the shirt, with a friendly smile
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| Believe me, squeezing rabbits was never a bad thing
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| Nevertheless, brothers have sat for years
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| We live fast, criminals, always money, push away
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| Eat steak, Hunni away, too much cash, pussy, check
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| This life too crazy cell in cell out
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| The system does not stop, it continues to be sold
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| My mother wants to protect me, but the devil wants to squeeze me
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| I'm going out again to poison the zombies
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| Switch SIM cards to destroy evidence
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| Anything better than being in solitary confinement
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| In the head there is only crisis
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| Cops want to get us
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| Love my block like family
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| Pushing non-stop, chasing targets
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| In the head there is only crisis
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| Cops want to get us
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| Love my block like family
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| Pushing non-stop, chasing targets |