| Imagine that little homey
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| A world without drogas
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| Vatos would get high off of letting teflon bullets fly
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| Till death do us part
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| With the stroke of my venom, I say let’s ride again
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| Till death do us part, I’m gonna make this end
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| Got the older veteranos that’ll back my play
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| Put a shank in your back with nothing to say
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| Enemigas wanna die, I say let’s ride again
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| There will be no hesitation, I’ve been waiting in vain
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| Strange, why do they play these games
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| When it’s all about your hustle, heroin, speed, cocaine
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| Where will I end up when all this unfolds
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| In the joint doing life, paralyzed, I don’t know
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| The way that things are going, shit is getting is shady
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| Fucking every broad, including homies' ladies
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| Emotional slaughter when I’m heavily sedated
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| Gave birth to a menace, look what the streets created
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| Armageddon, ese dreams and illusions
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| I’m the master of your wishes, put it down so vicious
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| Love my girl and my mom, and when they’re gone
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| Everything that was right will turn to wrong
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| So don’t you try to cross me, double cross me
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| The times are really hard but I kill for this money
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| Turn down in the pages till the day I’m paroled
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| To these bitch ass haters, let’s go blow for blow
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| Eternal endings that’ll count your dope
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| Got the hood strung out, gotta get your own
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| Moving with the force of wind
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| Knocking bullets in your system, your chest cave in
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| Transfer, all day to recover
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| A trunk full of dope coming over the border
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| Replacement killers aligned in arms
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| I don’t give a fuck, battlewounds and scars
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| Causing panic cuz my hunger is solid
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| Your poor state of mind got the drogas you wanted
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| Unconsciencely I’m sinning, beginning to win
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| I toss lethal bullets when I spray mack tens
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| Santana’s Greatest Hits in a '63 bumps
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| Throwing gang signs with no tears of a clown
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| I’ll get a tat on my head that covers it all
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| Got a bad ass bitch that fucks them all
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| She’s all about the paper and so am I
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| So I tax that bitch on my natural high
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| Raised in design where you had to be strong
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| Theatrical debate, there’s death at dawn
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| Touched on axis, I got you all faxes
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| Slipping into darkness when the drum be tax this
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| Drogas, I got them raw
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| Fuck what you saw, put a bullet in your jaw
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| You get wet or you get stuck in a pen
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| With a nine inch shank that was dipped in lead
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| The way to get this money is simple and plain
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| Gotta cop a clavo, heroin, speed, cocaine
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| The way to get these broads is simple and plain
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| X for the sex and the rest is game
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| That’s right dog I call this home
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| These vatos contemplate us so I watch this full of papers
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| Serio, we engage in riots
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| So if you’re out of town ese don’t even try it
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| Check it out perro
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| This goes out to all them caniving ass vatos
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| Trying to creep and crawl
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| They get gunned down
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| And this goes out to all them poisonous snakes
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| That know what time it is
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| You know why
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| Cuz they won’t be pleased until they see us go to battle
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| Que no
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| Motherfuckers don’t want guerra
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| They overdose on the spot
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| That’s what I’m talking about
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| What the calle |