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

Sometimes I don't need my gat
But shit's getting deep and I
Blast 2 thievery 1 robbery 1 robbery
'Cuz is my hobby
Give me that money, jewelry and your
To the five-o outside on
Later, out with the '85
got me on the radar
Trucha, and you don't stop 'til I'm
Now the got me on the run

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

The robbery stop 'til I get done
Some niggas do this for fun
Now the got me on the run
barrio to barrio
Looking for anybody, oh
Hanging out with
Looking for a to hide on the West side
Spank got my over there right
And it stop 'til I'm done
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 vato me
I'm one broke motherfucka in need
Desperate, going on in the mente
Taking from the rich and not from my
Look at that gabacho slipping from the cerveza
He's sipping, no me vale,
Gabacho pray to your

This is for the time you give me the jale
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 dropped my
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 heard was the gat hummin'