| He always knew the horas
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| His own little reasons why his barrio controla
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| Mi respecto for this firme camarada
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| Down for the cause que nunca se acabada
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| Los Angeles, la area dos trece
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| Enemigas get shot up and everyday is a lesson
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| Well little did he know of what was to come
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| Unaware he was destined to get shot with a gun
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| Consequences for roaming in the streets
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| And Russian Roulette when you want to play for keeps
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| Is it really how they say cuz it happens all the time
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| At the wrong place, ese at the wrong time
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| That’s how it’s going down, the times have changed
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| No one knew who did it and the reason wasn’t strange
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| Conejo you better watch your back
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| Cuz these vatos out to get you and stab you in the back
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| On the serio, ese can’t even sleep
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| Cuz before I really knew it I was in too deep
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| I see life but time’s running out
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| I summon the demons but only I can see them
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| My assistants in the journey I must take
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| Expect the unexpected is what I await
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| Then I teleport myself like a thought from my head
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| Into his mind to find out what happened
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| My diabolic status ese lead me to the killer
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| He seen my homeboy slipping so he had to pull the trigger
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| This vato used gloves, this vato used a mask
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| He shot him in the chest, no one heard the blast
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| Then back to his barrio, a jale well done
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| Got rid of his ropa and buried his gun
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| I got to escape, my time is also running out
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| Me tengo que pelar, homeboy a cedar
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| So perro, you know me better than that
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| I’m a straight malion and the hache’s where it’s at
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| I embark on the voyage I must take
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| I put on my armor, ese fortify the base
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| And in case I weren’t to come back
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| Been an oso peligroso, automatic with attack
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| He knows that I’m coming, he knows who I am
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| From the murders of his homies other times in the past
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| Mentally I was ready for the ride
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| And ready for destruction ese high in the sky
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| Like a vulture, ese my Aztec culture
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| My devilish attempts to impose some torture
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| My instrument of death, I show no remorse
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| I got out the car and entered with force
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| I was quicker on the draw, this vato has to pay
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| Inbetween the eyes and inbetween the legs
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| My mission’s accomplished, the vato got taxed
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| Enemigas out to get me, until then I relax |