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

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

You don't wanna turn back on me
you least 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 that clique with the big bad
I you a lesson, no question
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
niggas do this shit for fun
Now the got me on the run
From barrio to
Looking for anybody, oh
Hanging out Mario
Looking for a to hide on the West side
Spank got my back over there
And it don't stop 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 vato me
'Cause I'm one broke in need
Desperate, what's going on in the
Taking from the rich and not my gente
Look at that gabacho borracho from the cerveza
sipping, no me vale, madre
Gabacho pray to your

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