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You don't wanna turn your on me
When you least expect it, I come a wicked method
I'm creepin' on ya, think your homeboys bleeding on ya
It's the the coming out the bote
I got a new jale jacking in the
Give me your
In your 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 don't need my gat
But shit's getting deep and I
Blast back 2 thievery 1 robbery 1
'Cuz is my hobby
Give me 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 I'm done
Now the got me on the run

You don't wanna turn back on me
When you least it, I got your keys
In my possession my Smith an' Wesson
out all my aggression
Check it out, looking at the jefe
Of clique with the big bad trece
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
niggas do this shit for fun
Now the got me on the run
barrio to barrio
Looking for anybody, oh
out with Mario
Looking for a to hide on the West side
Spank got my back over right
And it don't 'til I'm done
Now the got me on the run

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

is for the time you would give 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 I had it all, figured it out for the paper
No will I be runnin'
Last thing I was the fuckin' gat hummin'