Lyrics
When the rose dies
Another gun will go
When the rose dies
When the rose dies
Another gun will grow
Rico, rico, now they're running from the narcos
Snitches got the court looking like a side-show
And the jury give the sentence with their eyes closed
When a rose die, another gun will grow
The irony of life sometimes it makes me think
I'm only fresh for a second then the flesh stinks
It{s back to the earth with the fire ants
Only thing I leave behind is my fingerprints
Yeah, they caught my cuzzo with the fingerprints
Yeah, I ain't seen my brother ever since
When the rose dies
Another gun will go
When the rose dies
When the rose dies
Another gun will grow
Sigo, sigo en lo mismo traficando
En la mía y seguimos controlando
Tiros, tiros en la calle siguen dando
Miro pa' tra' y la poli me está parando
Eyo dime lo que vamo'a hacer
Eyo yo te hago desaparecer
Y todo el mundo matándose
Sigo siendo el mismo
Nunca cambié
Rico, rico, now they're running from the narcos
Snitches got the court looking like a side-show
And the jury give the sentence with their eyes closed
When a rose dies another gun will grow
When the rose dies
Another gun will go
When the rose dies
When the rose dies
We went from barely getting cash from the sidewalk
To now we stand tall like jack and the beanstalk
You know what my people would do to get a passport
Think scarface, kill a diplomat boy
Now I'm thinking that the ice is a diamond mine
That{s a haitian seeing snow for the first time
Sak pase I'm in a new york state of mind
While papa doc had niggas shittin' in the gun line
When the rose dies
Another gun will go
When the rose dies
When the rose dies
Another gun will grow
When a rose dies another gun will grow