| My little homie’s got way more kora than you
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| And you could try to roll up
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| We’ll just do what we do
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| And I ain’t lying we got guns, we got ammo
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| We got clips, we ain’t trippin', we get sick for
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| That Norwalk Click
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| They say they’re coming for my life, but it don’t
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| Mean shit. |
| I’m 'bout to show these levas the
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| Real meaning of sick. |
| I keep my pistol loaded, like
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| 24/7, I got so much artillery, they call me Armageddon
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| I’m living like a soldier, one that’s suicidal, leave 'em
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| D.O.A ese, Dead On Arrival. |
| Never feel remorse 'cause
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| That’s the way I was tought, I’ll take away your life
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| And with only one shot! |
| Go and hit it, roll up you
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| Should know where to come, but don’t let the name
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| Fool you, I got big, big guns! |
| Puttin' in work, but my
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| Familia’s to blame, 'cuse all my familiy’s Walkero, so I
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| Gotta gangbang. |
| You know!
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| Don’t make me pull the trigger back, while aiming
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| At you, I bet a hydro shock bullet puts an end to our
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| Feud. |
| I got a thick vendetta for my fallen Walkeros
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| Smokin' all these levas, like I’m smokin' the leno. |
| When
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| You could ask anybody 'cause they know I’m legit, and
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| Lil Cuete talks about that serio shit. |
| I could rotten
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| You in day or night like if it was nothing, I keep
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| A bullet in the chamber, pull the trigger start dumpin'
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| And ese Cuete, he’s somethin', that you couldn’t be, I
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| Got plenty and many 'stilos, that you couldn’t see. |
| And
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| You could come and try to take it, but survival’s a must
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| 'cause me and my Walkeros know that you ain’t fuckin'
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| With us. |
| What?
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| I’m takin' a life, to be specific, it’s yours. |
| I got my soldiers
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| Strapped up and we’re ready for war. |
| We can go
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| Toe-to-toe or we could all get down. |
| I’m talkin' 'bout matching
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| Guns and going round for round. |
| I’ve been in crazier shit
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| Than dealing with you. |
| I’ve got a million other cholos trying
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| To get me too. |
| It doesn’t start with me, check my family
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| Line, I was brought up to be crazy and sick in the mind
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| Ain’t no question about it, I represent 'til I die. |
| I got this
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| Music thing locked down, without even trying. |
| I put that
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| On my life, I won’t settle for less, man I’m a gangbang 'til
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| The day they put me to rest, so C’mon! |