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You don't wanna your back on me
you least expect it, I come with a wicked method
I'm on ya, think bout your homeboys bleeding on ya
It's the the coming out the bote
I got a new jacking in the noche
me your feria
In your pocket or they'll ya
Off and bury ya in the Eastside
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The thievery don't stop I get done

I don't even need my gat
But shit's getting deep and I
Blast back 2 thievery 1 1 robbery
jacking is my hobby
Give me that money, jewelry and keys
To the five-o outside on
Later, out the '85 Mustang
One-time got me on the
Trucha, and you don't stop 'til I'm
Now the got me on the run

You don't wanna turn back on me
When you least expect it, I got keys
In my possession with my an' Wesson
out all my aggression
Check it out, you're at the jefe
Of clique with the big bad trece
I teach you a lesson, no
Get your ass out now you're out
When you look at the
4 and 3 and 2 and 1

The robbery don't stop 'til I get
Some niggas do this for fun
Now the got me on the run
From barrio to
for anybody, oh Cesario
Hanging out with
Looking for a place to hide on the side
Spank got my back over there
And it don't stop 'til I'm
Now the got me on the run

One-time's not down us
Now lookin' for my ride, but I'm on the bus
Don't turn your back on a like me
I'm one broke motherfucka in need
Desperate, what's going on in the
Taking from the and not from my gente
Look at that gabacho slipping from the cerveza
sipping, no me vale, madre
Gabacho pray to your

This is for the time you would give me the
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
ol' motherfucker, got him a gun
Bla-on, one to the kneecap
Things happened so fast now I my strap
Now I'm about to meet my
I thought I had it all, figured it out for the
No will I be runnin'
Last thing I was the fuckin' gat hummin'