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but now they come like what s up muthafuckas it s best to move back
Workin hard to make a difference before i die, the dog s out the yard and he s loud in your speakas, workin hard to make a difference before i die
Deal with all these puntos but first i fuck the track up, sometimes it makes me feel like a psychopath, i shed a tear for his girl waitin to see him again
look at the picture of your ruca on the wall and pray say
But now they come like what s up muthafuckas it s best to move back, between heaven and hell this be the gloomy old west
we got no love for them ratas chest flesh full of placas
I ll be down with the habits even after i die, i shed a tear for his girl waitin to see him again
feelin hollow
There must be 50 ways to let you know, sometimes it makes me feel like a psychopath Shed, i shed a tear for his girl waitin to see him again
it seems that everybody wanna be el mas chingon
Every night thinking about the good ol days, i shed a tear for his girl waitin to see him again
See the good turn bad and confirm that i m livin, i shed a tear for the vato locked down and then, turn you into somethin way loco hard
It s so hard mi vida but i still try, do what i got to do in the quest for the paper Shed, the dog s out the yard and he s loud in your speakas
it s so hard mi vida but i still try
sometimes it makes me feel like a psychopath
Surviving scraps and jacks earning your stripes on the yard, i shed a tear for the vato locked down and then
It s so hard mi vida but i still try, where many souls get lost and many more lie to rest
deal with all these puntos but first i fuck the track up
they take ya break ya make ya and mold ya
i ll be down with the habits even after i die
they take ya break ya make ya and mold ya
Look at the picture of your ruca on the wall and pray say, from your canton right up to my canton
Workin hard to make a difference before i die, i put it on tape and you know i won t lie, see the good turn bad and confirm that i m livin
She d rather see in the pinta than six feet deep, where many souls get lost and many more lie to rest Tear, but can t she see that in the pinta you re a soldier
Turn you into somethin way loco hard, your lady said she ll wait love don t come cheap
deal with all these puntos but first i fuck the track up
your lady say she love you but you locked inside
I shed a tear for you vatos won t you change your ways, i heard you slipped they caught you rollin with some dope in your ride
no indecisions mind state makin moves with precision
Click clack goes the cuete snap goes the neck, we got no love for them ratas chest flesh full of placas
there must be 50 ways to let you know
Surviving scraps and jacks earning your stripes on the yard, click clack goes the cuete snap goes the neck Shed, she d rather see in the pinta than six feet deep
it seems that everybody wanna be el mas chingon
i shed a tear for the vatos in street that s dyin
to protect my own another s life is lost in the aftermath
I shed a tear for his girl waitin to see him again, i ll be down with the habits even after i die
I heard you slipped they caught you rollin with some dope in your ride, i shed a tear for you vatos won t you change your ways
I shed a tear for his girl waitin to see him again, where many souls get lost and many more lie to rest, every night thinking about the good ol days
Surviving scraps and jacks earning your stripes on the yard, i ll be down with the habits even after i die, between heaven and hell this be the gloomy old west
Where many souls get lost and many more lie to rest, i shed a tear for his girl waitin to see him again
From your canton right up to my canton, i see them punk putos they coolin by the lockers, deal with all these puntos but first i fuck the track up
she d rather see in the pinta than six feet deep
Por favor perdon a pecado won t you come into and save me y sabes que i m, from your canton right up to my canton
Stompin with my compas or should i say my back up, we got no love for them ratas chest flesh full of placas Tear, sometimes it makes me feel like a psychopath
Click clack goes the cuete snap goes the neck, workin hard to make a difference before i die Shed, por favor perdon a pecado won t you come into and save me y sabes que i m
Shed for you loco and all these years, so look into your saviors eyes and see tears, sellin crystal to their women fine freaks turned flaca
Your lady say she love you but you locked inside, we move alone or in packas collect ferria in stockas
your lady said she ll wait love don t come cheap
