Lyrics Fear No Evil - Juan Gotti

Fear No Evil

What’s some matter wit’chu?
You think I’m f**king crazy?
Vivir por la Raza
(Juan Gotti)
Padre Nuestro
Homeboy, get your head right
No Te Muevas
Tumba Puertas por libras de Hierbas
En la Selva, what’chu call the Jungle
Is my struggle to hustle con muscle
Get my change right, cause grin ain’t no punk fool
I’m strap with the Mack, and I packin el Gap fool
Only bang screw Cause I’m raised de Houston
I’m the top gun the pop one and drop one
Padre Nuestro que estas en los Cielos
Please show love to my brothers and perros
Trapped in ghettos vivendo su vida
Everyone praise para salirte un dia
Sangre fria cold mother f**ker
From the gutter, a mugger and gunner
Straight Disaster, Yo Jale no pasa
Y’all boys know yall can’t f**k with my Raza
(Ronnie Spencer)
Fear no Evil (Fear no Evil)
My people (amigo)
They don’t understand (won't chu tell me)
My people (amigo)
Orasiones, palabras de pobres
Pa pelones and sobres de entonces
No te nojes venimos de montes
Serving coke es moviendo estos jales
Kore Keys Japanese on the market
Please mi padre me cuidas mi madre
Se conpadre matando no vale
I’m the Pothead so drop dead con hambre
No me siente, that’s cool you don’t feel me
Soy Hispano that’s down for his family
Acting badly with pain in my Cora
That’s my right to find change in your Bolsa
F**k a chota, I still gotta eat fool
Right or wrong if your brown they gonna get chu
No me aguito chunk duce in your sobres
It’s my pain, it’s my life, mis Dolores
(South Park Mexican)
Tengo Hambre igual que el Tigre
Say Juan Gotti let em know quien sigue
Todos firmen no se que decir te
But your bitch on my nuts like some chicle
On the streets selling diamonds and nicles
Stay strapped homeboy no te aguites
Quick reflex S to the P Mex
Make you hoes extinct like the T-Rex
I’m an ánimal gun packing Illegal
Con Corona y Limon pero sin sal
La La Na Na Na Na Na
Don’t trip asi se va
I’m high I can’t explain
I’m standing in the rain
This song was made from pain
So here we go again