Tonalità: C major
Verse 1
Am
It's time to get down,
get up, it's time to go down
You got beef on me, bring it on down
It's time to get down, get up,
it's time to go down
You got beef on me, bring it around
It's time to get down, get up,
it's gonna go down
You got beef, homie,
bring it on down
It's time to get down, get up,
it's gonna go down
You got beef, homie, bring it around
A lot of cats bumpin' grills, deny my skills
Get clapped in the mob, homie,
homie for reals
Takin' the rap shit a little too far
You get some black shit under your car
Kabam, they say I see you,
Chunkin' you a deuce in the corner van
I don't play fair, I'm tellin' you, man
Put a round in your stomach,
now they smellin' you,
My business ain't yours, bro, dawg, now
Oh, get your face and your worm ball
snuffed on out
Put a pellet through your baseball cap
A whole lot missin' where your face was at
A lot of people askin'
where my patience at
I ain't got none, you drip,
I'm pointin' the gun
Too lazy to fight, ain't nothin' to prove
You dissin' the king, man,
I'm usin' the tool, c'mon
Hey, yo, hold up, man,
I don't understand
Latino jam, steadily knockin'
Instead of that park with
a grand slam
Yeah, that's us, man,
why most youths stay
Fruity like toucan,
I don't know Bob Vila,
but we somewhat like craftsmen
Maskman, with a .45 in my right hand,
a knife in my left hand
Ready to kill a man, I'm crazy man,
like the summer of sand with
a gun in hand
Leaving you losing every
bit of your DNA strands
Hold it steady man, take a breather man
I don't wanna get too rowdy
with this heater man
I'm on point like a marksman,
every time I shoot man
Gotta stay blazing like the
sun in the Caribbean
Ay yo dawg, I'm down to do this dirt and D
To proceed to make the block bleed,
know what I mean?
Somos pocos, pero locos,
pero si cargamos
Fuertes a mi lado,
este bingo bien armado
Homie, I don't give a damn
who you think you is
I guarantee you ain't fuckin'
with C -2 -6
You can find me in the hood, homie,
with a street sweeper
Or in the bed,
layin' pipes in your Senorita
Homie, I'm a gangster,
never been a prankster
Man, I'm gonna shank ya,
take it for your bank, bruh
Latino Jam, we run this shit
If you don't like it, you can suck my dick
That 187 murderer
with a team that's regime
With a bunch of guns
that I made out of some
other fuckin' machines
Like they off 15,
robbin' a birthday cream
Makin' them sentries ring,
destroyin' their family
Like, come back,
best believe it, man
Understand that I got a scheme
to make a hundred grand
Like robbin' banks and liquor stores
And I covered the jurisdictions
with the cover of Notre Dame
So I gave this fool a buckshot, fuck cops
Yo, I'm hot on these blocks
So damn hot that when I walk,
I gotta tiptoe a lot
With no arms or wires
So a brother coulda boxed a lot
or went to street peace
Them haters are dead, they dropped a lot
Yeah, there's a price on your head
You didn't see the bright lights,
yo it's green
so that means I received
my cash tonight
That's right, an early morning murder
leaving your stiff right next to that bitch
That you was shacking up with,
racking up quick cash
Reaching my stats for the wife,
and if there ain't no more white
Somebody's dying tonight,
keep my money right,
can't be coming up short
Latino Jam funding my CDs,
bust my time up in court
So don't let life imitate art
and get fucked up
You're gifted by association
so you get gunned up
What a mess, SKS done did it again
Stated facts, blessed the track,
but now it feels like a sin
You
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