Letras
Hey punk South Floridian cause the origin is Salvadorian
It's the locote from the streets of California
Where we bust these niggas up with the crooked steelo
So don't complain when I crush that ego
Now let me know if you're down with my squad till the end
Punk you better be when my apocalypse begins
Damn I got no friends but my squad
I'm way around the metro when the situation's bad
I grip the situation, come with no remorse
I'm busy in your casket, then I kick the corpse
And of course it gets worse if the system isn't sober
Punk, come back again and I'm doing it all over
Situation gets critical
Cause I'm a crooked individual
Situation gets critical
Cause I'm a motherfucking criminal
Situation gets critical
Cause I'm a crooked individual
Situation gets critical
Cause I'm a motherfucking criminal
Puto can't you see it's the crooked steelo tribu
Gonna buck you down to the ground when we see you
Cause I'm that payako that you want locked up in the pen
Once again motherfucker me my fam, fuck a friend
But in the end I unleash my highness a bit quicker
When I make it rough opposition gets weaker
I'm coming to your eye with the frequency that's high
When you hear my car take a hit and let the brain fry
Damn I got the right one baby so don't try to fade me
Just pay me with interest and let me handle business
With the quickness cause that's the way it's meant
A slug to your head is a bullet well spent
Situation gets critical
Cause I'm a crooked individual
Situation gets critical
Cause I'm a motherfucking criminal
Situation gets critical
Cause I'm a crooked individual
Situation gets critical
Cause I'm a motherfucking criminal
Situation gets critical when I get too lyrical
Homes you need a miracle when I get too physical
Can you handle truth or will you fly the coop
Like the bird in the winter, all eyes on me when I enter