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You wanna turn 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 jacking in the noche
Give me your
In your pocket or carry ya
Off and ya in the Eastside area
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The thievery stop 'til I get done

I don't even need my gat
But shit's getting and I gotta
back 2 thievery 1 robbery 1 robbery
'Cuz is my hobby
me that money, jewelry and your keys
To the outside 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 wanna turn your back on me
When you least expect it, I got your
In my possession my Smith an' Wesson
Taking out all my
it out, you're looking at the jefe
Of clique with the big bad trece
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 don't stop '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
Looking for a place to hide on the side
Spank got my back there right
And it stop 'til 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
turn your back on a vato like me
'Cause I'm one broke motherfucka in
Desperate, what's on in the mente
Taking from the rich and not from my
Look at that slipping borracho from the cerveza
sipping, no me vale, madre
Gabacho pray to your

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, one to the kneecap
Things happened so now I dropped my strap
Now I'm to meet my maker
I I had it all, figured it out for the paper
No longer will I be
Last thing I was the fuckin' gat hummin'