Get, get, get, get, seen die in the Ghetto
Bad days on an every Buay q te sings again
Do not save culi prudent time
Prah ...
Killing agent detetnte I say I was so
guilty and innocent people dying, bullets in
Drenthe suddenly enters your lenses please read
Bible and open your mind there is war in the East, and nobody
polis in Cree, there are q manes talk shit and I do not think
in shit, and I saw many who beseech and up
dik suck you in the street and the big time dizque egg.
Stop making paper, telling him, you kill and q
murderous and cruel a q tu ere are many Suavitel
he hedgehog skin when you turn on petrol
of Shell, was so bad and this is not well
lapesillos die with bullets in his temple as fighting
in the ghetto who is who over q, Kieran kill
kill enemies in Darien.
I know a fren called Ly q q no thought of her
his wife or family, 30 for not getting ta do
in my case and now kien chuxa him out of there, not me
discuss gun or cannon has kien, kien no one is
Maton and kien a battalion. I saw that it was
Gangsta a controlling step and that the gift to my
fren gave the gift, so listen to me, I am
talking to you, which kills iron to iron is going to die
So I do not talk about that kil and chil Trankil toy, Danger
know what is, and what Fokine Nil. Leave the face and
the weeds and watch your life before you in the neck
puyen naif with no one believing in Badme and ta
at anytime, bullet pierces your chest and good bye.
Because there are in the same Yeska BUKO rat man
that make you bed and then kill you, but your
pairs or poses a strong Shatta, there is bukos
sell silver, SOCO at a time, sit down and
capture, analyze what I say and not the target leg, which
no longer is around and then you snatch, which
Buka suleta puerca and then you tie.
I know I speak can begin, they will say that
I‘m afraid or that I poo, no one can
imprison with Uzi, AK, every day in the Ghetto
I‘m Paca, Paca; So I spoke to my Ghetto
yoh ...
Danger comes from the Ghetto Man yoh ...
I grew up in the ghetto and I want it all
world know that I come from the Ghetto,
The lapesillos of the Ghetto,
I was born and grew up in the Ghetto,
On the Ghetto have my respect,
Proud of my Ghetto, always singing my Ghetto
Proud of me, proud of me, proud of my Ghetto.
Prah ...
Mother foker you know
you know I know we do we roll
well the lansae Danger Man
my produsian Diblasio‘s the respect
to Yair and Rudi, Product of the Ghetto
always enforced and
that all q are playing in Caye
Gangstar capos and use their money on something useful
not have in your mind because it has q
silver and jugándola so nobody can touch,
Nowadays nobody believes ta
the lapesillos no respect for elders
Mind, mind, mind
and I will get to old
mother fuker you know.