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You don't turn your back on me
When you 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 in the noche
me your feria
In pocket or they'll carry ya
Off and bury ya in the Eastside
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The don't stop 'til I get done

Sometimes I even need my gat
But getting deep and I gotta
Blast back 2 1 robbery 1 robbery
'Cuz is my hobby
me that money, jewelry and your keys
To the five-o outside on
Later, out the '85 Mustang
got me on the radar
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 expect it, I got your keys
In my possession with my Smith an'
out all my aggression
Check it out, you're looking at the
Of that clique with the big bad
I you a lesson, no question
Get your ass out now you're 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 barrio to
for anybody, oh Cesario
Hanging out Mario
for a place to hide on the West side
Spank got my over there right
And it don't 'til I'm done
Now the got me on the run

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

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