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

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

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

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

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

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 so fast now I dropped my strap
Now I'm about to my maker
I thought I had it all, it out for the paper
No longer I be runnin'
Last thing I was the fuckin' gat hummin'