Hey ese look at these two motherfuckers right here homes    What you thinkin' homes    Wait `till he turns around homes    [Echoed] Watch-out    All right I got your back homes, let's go    Come on ese let's go    Let's do it       You don't wanna turn your back on me    When you least expect it    I come with the wicked method    I'm creepin' on ya    How you find your homeboys bleedin' on ya       Just the locotes    Drumin' out the potes    Got a new hollay    Jackin' in the noche    Give me your faya    In your pocket or they'll carry ya    Off and bury ya    We got in the east side every guy    Four and three and two and one    Thievery don't stop `till I get done    Sometimes I don't even need my gatt    But shit's gettin' deep and I gotta blast back       `Two' thievery `One' robbery `One' robbery    'Cause jackin' is my hobby    Give out that money, jewlery and your keys    To the five-o outside on wheels    Later out with the `85 Mustang    One-time got me on the radar    Pousha    And ya don't stop `till I'm done    Now the Puercos got me on the run       Police Radio:    "LA-14 in pursuit of two immigrant suspects armed on 187. Headed westbound    on central and Ninety-second. Armed two suspects believed to be in 1985 red    Mustang license plate Lincoln Charles David Bullshit Madelin three two.    Armed and dangerous suspects known..."       You don't wanna turn your back on me    When you least expect it    I got your keys in my possession    With my Smith and Wesson    Takin' out all my aggression       Check it out ese    You're lookin' at the jefe    Off that clicker with a big bad trese    I'll teach you a lesson    No question    Get your ass out, now you're passin' out    When ya looked at the glente       Four and three and two and one    The robbery don't stop `till I get done    Some niggas do this shit for fun    Now the Puercos got me on the run.       From bodio    Two bodio    Lookin' for anybody-o    Cessadio    Hangin' out wit madio       Lookin' for a place to hide    On the west side    Spank got my back over there it right    And it don't stop `till I'm done    Now the One-time got me on the run       [Police radio]    "LA-14, we have spotted the vehicle, suspects nowhere in sight... Aw shit!"    [Two shots ring out]       How you like me now pouto?    Fuck you pig    Let' go homes    It's the fuckin' bus eh    Get on ese    Right here homes       One-times not down with us    Now they lookin' for my ride, but I'm on the bus    Don't turn your back on a rapper like me    `Cause I'm one broke motherfucker in need    Desperate    What's goin' on in the mente    Takin' from the rich an' not from my gente    Look at that gabacho slipping    Borrocho from the cerveza he's sipping    No me vale madre    Gabacho prey to your padre    This is one the time you wanna give me the jale       Four and three and two and one    This old muthafucka got him a gun    BLAM!    I took one to the knee-cap    Things happen so fast    Now I dropped my strap    Now I'm about to meet my maker    Though I had it all figured out with a paper    No longer will I be running    Last thing I heard was the fucking gatt humming