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You don't wanna your back on me
When you 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 jale jacking in the
me your 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 'til I get done

Sometimes I don't need my gat
But getting deep and I gotta
Blast back 2 thievery 1 1 robbery
'Cuz jacking is my
me that money, jewelry and your keys
To the five-o on deez
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 wanna turn your on me
When you least expect it, I got keys
In my possession with my Smith an'
out all my aggression
Check it out, looking at the jefe
Of that clique with the big bad
I teach you a lesson, no
Get ass out now you're passing out
When you at the cuete
4 and 3 and 2 and 1

The robbery don't '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
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 down 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 broke motherfucka in
Desperate, going on in the mente
Taking from the rich and not from my
Look at that gabacho slipping borracho 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, one to the kneecap
happened 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 longer will I be
Last thing I was the fuckin' gat hummin'