On the Radio

Rough with the shit you can't fuck with the shit

Rough with the shit you can't fuck with the shit

Rough with the shit you can't fuck with the shit

Rough with the shit you can't fuck with the shit

Rough with the shit you can't fuck with the shit

Rough with the shit you can't fuck with the shit

Rough with the shit you can't fuck with the shit

Rough with the shit you can't fuck with the shit

It's about that time, ready for whatever's next

Whoever steps, I flip 'em en un dos por tres

I stay connected all the way from South Aztlán

You can't catch me so yo no se pa donde van

It's like ashes, all you have to do is blow

And there they go, homie got a sick ass flow

Can't fuck with the radio, way too gangsta

Can't fuck with the manager, end up shankin' him

If the people wanna see me, they gotta get the CD

Believe me, cause I don't think they want me on the TV

I'm raza, a hundred and thirteen percent

So I always represent to the fullest extent

Bring the bass line, can't afford to waste time

Caught another case so the jury want some face time

Sleeping in the daytime, creeping in the night

But now I got my Saks so you know I'm alright

I'm drunk, strapped, and Mexican

What neighborhood you think you're steppin' in?

Fuck money, I wanna see real dead presidents

I'm Night of the Living Dead beginning

I'm dead but I'm living, Stephen King wasn't bullshitting

I chuck a bottle at your rusty Monte Carlo

I got a hollow that'll fuck up all your plans tomorrow

Si quieren caigan, tienes fusca, traila

Empieza la batalla cuando cruzas esta raya

Borro pantallas en donde caiga

I'll make you think I was connected with Al-Qaeda

Psychos, locos, pocos pero locos

Maniacos en los ojos, así somos nosotros

Entiendan, understand, the kind of man

That'll drive this Grand Am off the bridge like Stan

A fucking lunatic spic so sick

That in one spit second snap and start shit

This is for my real dogs, holla if you're with me

5150, So how can you forget me?

Keep it on the low low but know that if we get down

In slo-mo, TKO by the fifth round

I'm a psycho, Lucifer's disciple

6-66 In your closet with the rifle

Watch the blind spot, sure to make your spine pop

Came to play Russian Roulette with the nine Glock

Super automatic, dammit, I'm Duende

Bitches get the first shot to the frente

Homie we can ride, diga lo que diga

Stompin' in my FILA, sippin' on a bottle of tequila

Fuck manpower, climb up to the tallest tower

Got the ammo and the power to devour all you cowards

Front page material, don't act like you don't know what's goin' on

Like we came to make a scene and then we're gone