Текст песни
At the holy city of Mecca, great fan of Colon
Crazy ammo get blown wherever I sit, son
That is my throne
(You know how we do it)
Aiyo, pop, pop, pop, pop, when it shots, whose to blame?
Three get dropped and removed from the game
One get knocked, now his whole life is changed
'Cause he's so far from freeing the world that seem strange
I come from a place where they say death comes too soon
Where the hoods on the block dance to a different tune
Every night and every day hotels of foul play
Turns fatal when this hostile land of AK's
On any date not wait to pump them rounds
The reminder, it's a murderer stomping ground
With one less witness gunned down in the staircase
Who had led his crew but he was moving at a snail's pace
Many suspects, many possible motives
Just kept coming with unstoppable explosives
The weak fold in these most extreme conditions
While the rivals quickly strengthen their position
The mission was to move in with sheer brute force
And lives they get lost on a collision course
The streets are fascinating so they gotta explore it more
But not without walking through some hurricane corridors
Become the most wanted, life can seem haunted
Thugs and agents who work closely up on it
Patriotic hustlers that kill for presidents
Conceal the truth but can't hide the evidence
A man died holding some dice that he was shaking
Like a bank stop but no valuables was taken
Shot at 8:45 but he died at 9
A video was the most precise witness to the crime
Aiyo, pop, pop, pop, pop, when it shots, whose to blame?
Three get dropped and removed from the game
One get knocked now his whole life is changed
'Cause he's so far from freeing the world that seem strange
Aiyo, pop, pop, pop, pop, when it shots whose to blame?
Three get dropped and removed from the game
One get knocked now his whole life is changed
'Cause he's so far from freeing the world that seem strange