[Verse 1 Ese Rich Rock] Rich Rock, talkin more shit than you ever could We get down, shit, Ill walk through your neighborhood Stroll right through, I would give a fuck Feelin sorry for the vatos that dont hear me, yah Cause my shotgun is loaded And so am, I Ese Rich Roc, los Spanish F.L.Y Dont fuck around Cause if you do, youll let the tears of a clown And go blind by the shine of the bullet After I pull it, you will find ya At the wrong fucking place At the wrong muthafuckin time And now, you cryin and dyin And while Im smiahlin I walk around for a while And spot another lie So Rich Rock Stops, and drops, back the clip I dont give a shit About no soca that bleed I got an itchin mothafuckin finger Thats ready to squeeze the trigger Two times, one time, wont make it three Just to let you know you dont fuck with me When Im strollin down your calle Then you better run and duck Cause I dont give a fuck When I pull out my [Chorus] Shotgun Shoot em fore he run I said shotgun Shoot em fore he run [Verse 2 Ese Rich Rock] When my shotgun is loaded And I hold it in my hand To your head Gimme all your feria So I can fold it in my pants And youll be dead like the [?] Just another mothafucka Who died, I would, do it Fuckin knew it, that he never thought I pull it, fast And a flash, from the blast Is the last thing you remember So if you ever fuck around, as an example When I point my sawed off And I dont get what I want To get that so I suggest that you realize If ya start some pleito, youll get a big surprise Then I can get colder Shit, Ill bury you in a grave And throw a Bud can over it Cause Im the kind of vato That like to waste ammo Call me insane Well, when I aim, can ??? Drop to the ground As I thought, you cant dodge the blast From the led, that is in That you hear, fast And now, you just a leva in the past And at last the mothafuckin job is done Another murder one from my [Chorus]
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