Letras
Stop talking
Just do it
Cop it
Cut it
Bag it
Move it
Second go round
Re-up
Hoes down
G's up
Stay cocked and fully loaded for battle
G's up
Weed in trash bags and coke in barrels
G's up
Guns jammed and we throwing them at you
G's up
Dwop and Touch 2 smoking barrels
G's up
Toca, costra, nostra, mota
Everyday esa loca
G's up
Guapo, capo, papo
It's a rizzy rap when my shots blow
Well it's the name you respect shooting flames at your set
Came here to rep no shame in my step
Pain in the neck
Rain of the tech
Pimp game in effect
Yours came and it went
Mess with your head with them lessons I spread
No rest till I'm dead
I guess it's the bread
Coming with the raw for the session instead
Never running from the law
Unless it's the feds
Nice with the pen
Surprising them when
The cypher begin
Yeah I strike them again
Heavyweight kid I stay hype till the end
Regulate separate mice from the men
Fuck what you heard
I'm stuck with my word and my balls
Try to take that we gonna brawl
You never find another that's word to Lou Rawls
Nah mean
Come on
Stop talking
Just do it
Cop it
Cut it
Bag it
Move it
Second go round
Re-up
Hoes down
G's up
This what the game made me
G's up
From grams to eighth to keys
G's up
It's the brothers D-I-A-Z
G's up
The Puerto Rican Jada and B