Lyrics:
five on it, cuete gripped ready to die homie
I stay in the lead I can't follow the blind homie
How you gonna call me a pussy when you look behind you
That Crazy Life
You Might Live Today But Might Die Tonight So I Ain't Goin Out Without A Fight
Got My Target In My Sight
Put My Cuete Put Tight And I
Lyrics translated by HIPHOPLE.com
See a lame, I'ma hit em with the point blank
Shit gets hot in the block, on the hood gang
I like my white smelling
a knife
keep a eye on every carro rollin by
its a bitch stayin strap todo el dia
even my tia gots a cuete when she makes tortillas
but yo know i got stay
-A
Where homeboys die everyday over some shit they say)
I've always been down with hydros
And cholos, the low-lows
The six-threes, the six-fours
a cuete equals total destruction
Multiply, subtract, divide
I'm always ready to ride, plus I'm nothing nice twice
We can murder by numbers, I spit it
for your [?]
Don't even think about the strap up in your backpack
Cooperative when I leave you're still alive
In fact, I only want your cash crop,
a cuete equals total destruction
Multiply, subtract, divide
I'm always ready to ride, plus I'm nothing nice twice
We can murder by numbers, I spit it
die chola dont cry
Just know your cholo went out banging
I went out banging (Ba Boom)
And when my Tiempo comes around
Homegirl You know I'll go out
homes I'm down,
I'm down for
mines, es mi varrion
So you want to be a gangsta, and build your rep,
well kick back and I'll tell you how step by step.
I'm trying to blow up like a landmine
Stand by your homie strong when his plan die
Don't do nothing hell of dumb
Hold your head high
Doing something
a cuete
Make a mothafucka run over off the map
Let out the chrome give em all a new home
Make a mothafucka panic
When you die your spirt doesn't wanna roam
What's love got to do
When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin' by
What's love got to do
When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin' by
game
n them dumb bitchez aint even know
put it down for the streets
always strapped with a full clip
and when i let it go
ms sancha never misses any hits
I win you lose don't cry when I haunt you
I beat you at your game don't underestimate the power of what one can do
Reject renounce destroy
game
n them dumb bitchez aint even know
put it down for the streets
always strapped with a full clip
and when i let it go
ms sancha never misses any hits
dream
They do
Glad I'm still not
What world?
I create when I dream, in my life when I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
you'll do you'll get stuck before you pull
I'm the beast that's puffing fumes
Bitch when I die then you will too
You live inside your songs bitch I am
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
to the left,
We got views of the ocean
Shorty by my side,
Cuete at my hip
I got fuego ready
If these vatos wanna trip
She feelin my style,
And lovin my ink,
the way that we livin' is full of sin
Gettin' em mad I'm under they skin
Bitch I'm real shiesty I smile when I grin
Two sticks by my side go together they
Al enemigo nunca le des la espalda
Y acordate que vivimos y morimos por la pistola
Yeah we live by the gun so we die by the gun
And trust me you don’t
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