| Mera Yampi
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| Let's show them who they are
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| The fuckin' Real-G for life
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| Full Records in the house, do you understand me?
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| W-hahaha Uh! |
| Let them ease on the shore
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| One two three, one two, one two mothefucka'
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| One two, one two, one two
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| Here we go haha It says so, Hey!
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| Wake up your ear, the sound will rape you
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| They roar like lions and his ass is split
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| Hey me! |
| Product of rap and the black race
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| Of those who make trouble on the corners and distribute crack
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| Don't tread on my territory, flooded with _______
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| Be careful what you say or I'll put it right in your face
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| You want to front me but you lack a rookie
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| If you shit off the plate I'll come and kill you myself
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| I! |
| Feel the abuse with lead that cheapened it
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| And we bone your health so that the portraits don't exist
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| Hold the mouth, you bastard, and take it easy
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| If we give you coconuts, your palm will fall
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| The alarm is sounding, ghost singer
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| Your bullets save you, yes yes yes that's your soul
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| Transport it through the portal, here nobody is immortal
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| A wheelbarrow, a bale, a sack of lime
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| And we buried you, uh! |
| He disappeared'
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| What kind of crazy brawl what kind of mess
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| Two weeks he has been lost, tortured and all screwed up
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| Now he's sorry', I ask you, are you cold?
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| And we buried you Uh! |
| we land Uh!
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| Torturao' and to' jodio', tortureo' and to' jodio'
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| Torturao' and tortureo' and tortureo' and tortureo'
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| And Torturao' and to' jodio' Tra tra tra The flames surround you, your
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| fur
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| The potential of my deliver costs a hundred donkeys of honey
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| It is that my flow kills you, you are short of money
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| I have money trees and the tecata was planted
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| Here is the fruit, go ahead and get rough
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| A short full and at short distance I execute it
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| There are five chargers with balls with balls
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| Pure rebellion, instincts are killers
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| They have not seen ordinary color, living candle
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| In short, the stage always vibrates
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| Call Chinito and tell him to send two pounds
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| Of the most bastard, go and look for her up there
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| Be careful with the monkeys that are loose on the avenue
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| Eight years of failures on the street is addictive
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| A maquinon bastard, a fire light looks like the cherry of the blunt
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| Maryjuana and rum, scheming for the blunt
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| The grass is exotic, the flow is from Gotti
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| The short one is to kill you and the strap on your arch
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| You're out of chance, classy fucker
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| My job is bastard, I guarantee you the first baseman
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| Look for the luca, take it whenever you want
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| You want it to cook, if it's to smell, take it to stone
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| The grass is exotic, the flow is from Gotti
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| The short one is to kill you and the strap on your arch
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| Cash cash cash lol
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| Blin blin, blin blin, blin blin
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| And we buried you Uh! |
| we land Uh!
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| Torturao' and to' jodio', tortureo' and to' jodio'
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| Torturao' and tortureo' and tortureo' and tortureo'
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| Y Torturao' y to' jodio' Tra tra tra Oye mere Yampi, Full records in the house
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| You understand me? |
| Double W lol
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| Uuuuuh! |
| one two three, one two, one two
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| One two!, one two!
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| Mera Yampi hahahaha |