| Im gonna do it dogg im tired but i wanna
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| Let you kno whats on my mind before i fire
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| -Aye Duende what you trippin on.?-
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| Ya stubo dogg im thru im not fit to
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| Take this shit this is all that i can do!
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| -Aye homie you alright.?-
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| Dogg im sick of all this petho
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| -Dont do nothin stupid!-
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| Aye i love you homie serio i lived
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| A firme life que no? |
| i kicked like i had to
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| You alwayz had my back ese im glad i alwayz had
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| You but reality is crucial nothin lasts forever
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| All the shit we did together dont forget me homie
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| Ever
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| -Duende why you trippin whats wrong
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| This ain’t like you quit sippin on that pisto
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| Theres somethin stupid that u might do!-
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| It hurts for me to do this dogg to think
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| Of my familia my hyna dogg my little kids my
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| Little carnaliaz but the truth is im a burden i no
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| Longer wanna suffer FUCK THIS WORLD AND FUCK THIS LIFE
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| IM SICK OF ALL THESE MUTHA FUCKERS
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| -WHY YOU COCKIN BACK YOUR CUETE
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| THIS AINT COO HOMIE CHALE YOU TRIPPIN
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| HOMIE SERIO DONT DO THIS FUCKIN HALE!-
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| I ain’t trippin cuz i was brought up with
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| The real a broken heart can’t be rebroke so i
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| Ain’t got nothin to feel i tried to chill desmadres
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| Alwayz comin my direction twenty shots i got
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| Protections slangin rocks? |
| is my proffession dogg
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| Im stressin im a burden gettin bigger wit my cuete to
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| My dome my finger shakin on the trigger come to figure
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| Aye im just as selfish as the told me ya but homie all
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| I needed was a heffe to control me no hyna got to kno me
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| My motto was to get it trece anos tryna hit it
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| I dont think i can forget 11/second/97 the day i realized
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| That if there ever was a god he never looked into
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| My eyes ain’t no surprise my adolensence years is
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| Wen i lost it if there ever was a line the day
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| My primo died i crossed it homie fuck it the thing is
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| That i find myself alone the only thing i might have left
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| Is this cuetaso to my dome tell my jefes i apologize
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| For all their pain and sorrow they won’t see me back tomorrow
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| Or my favorite years to follow tell my little carnaliaz
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| My jefia not to worry that i seen another light
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| Through out the night eyes blurry tell my hyna that i love
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| Her dont tell her i was cryin make her think i wasn’t trippin
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| Even tho she’ll kno ur lien my kids damn i wish that i could
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| Kiss them im not doin this to diss them dogg im really
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| Gonna miss them but today.here.and now is when its over
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| Not another balla older take this weight up off my
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| Shoulders nothing better then whats less i finally get to
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| Rest i wasn’t living dogg my heart was beating dead inside my chest
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| But i guess ill get to rest all peacefull in my coffin'
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| -QUIT TALKIN LIKE YOUR CRAZY!-
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| Sabes que im finished talkin! |