In The Name Of The Father, Of The Son And Of My Holy Faith, Amen
Lead, You Hear The Bullets When The Commotion Breaks Out
How Do They Get Them? The Police Say: How?
Plo-plo-plo-plomo
In My Neighborhood They Say Lead
When They Want To Fight, You Let Them And The Whole Combo
How Do They Get Them? My Boss Told Me: How?
Plo-plo-plo-plomo
Tequila, Buchanan’s, Money, Women And Fame
With My Churro And My Loggerhead, The Street, I Know It More Than My Palm
Don’t Tell Me That You Kill And Move Because That’s Not True
I’m A Son Of A Bitch, ‘we’re Crazy, Our Brains Are Really Bad
I Do Break It And Then I Celebrate, Haha
Of The People Who Are Connected And Control On The Street
Asshole, I’m A Member
Tumba’o, I’m Grave’o
From The Pants Well, Well Tumba’o
Grave, Grave
I’m Leaving With My Dead Eyes
Inhale Exhale
Here In Santa, The Bullets Thunder
I Live The Bad Life From My Morrito
Nobody Gave Me Anything, Crazy, Tell Me What To Give’
In The Name Of The Father
My Mother Told Me Since I Was A Child
That When I Go Out Into The Street
Always Persine Me Because There Are Enemies
This Is Not A Lie
You Better Not Mess With Us
We Are Not Playing, Crazy
Here Pure Santa, Pure Cycle
To Cock
In My Neighborhood They Say Lead
When They Want To Fight, You Let Them And The Whole Combo
How Do They Get Them? My Boss Told Me: How?
Plo-plo-plo-plomo
Lead, You Hear The Bullets When The Commotion Breaks Out
How Do They Get Them? The Police Say: How? (Yeah, Yeah)
Plo-plo-plo-plomo (Yeah, Yeah)
Can’t Sleep With My Block Full Of Gunshots (Grrah)
Choppa Down In His Head, Hit Him In The Top
Niggas Mad, I Don’t Wanna Grab The Top Spot (Ooh)
And Them Heads Cut, He Gon’ Give The Cha-cha
Ridin’ ’round Town With The Draco, No Soulja
None Of My Guns, They Don’t Fit In That Holster
Leave Him Missin’, Put That Boy In A Poster
Tryna Catch A Body? Nigga, I Might Coach Ya
Pull Up With A 22, I Might Roast Ya
If The Head Ain’t Fine, Nigga, I Might Ghost Her
Promo, Put A Beam On His Head Like It’s Gopro
In My Neighborhood They Say Lead
When They Want To Fight, You Let Them And The Whole Combo
How Do They Get Them? My Boss Told Me: How?
Plo-plo-plo-plomo
Lead, You Hear The Bullets When The Commotion Breaks Out
How Do They Get Them? The Police Say: How?
Plo-plo-plo-plomo
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