(Yo!)
(Aha!)
New Records!
(Yeah, Yeah!)
(Aha!)
Sonic!
(Sonic! )
Tazmania!
(Buddha's Family!)
(Live it!)
(Wooooh!)
Live this!
Illegal Life Records!
(Yeah!
(Live this, pai!)
This is real!
(Buddha's Family!)
(Yeah, yeah!)
(Gastam!)
Take out your gun, and use it against me, poor thing
You and your group are going to feel me
I am like this, and this is my way of living
*chiqui-pam* So you can feel it
In the trunk of a car you are going to die
With your mouth full of flies on the news you are going to come out
Come for me, you don't know what it is to suffer
And see your friends fall fighting for you
Die, see their families cry endlessly
Promising their mothers that this won't stay like this
And go out into the street like crazy with two Perco', and 3 Pali's
I'm here, activated' for you
Waiting for you to lambas to get you in
And come for me, the one with the forty
Damn it all
You all can die with me
I have a double war with the guard, and with my enemies
The mistake is that they have shot me and left me alive
They haven't hurt me even with a shot and they are already pompiao'
To' these caripelao's, if mine catch them they will leave them beaten'
I don't want to cry, now bear my guillaera
When I take out pa 'It was a full black AK
And put it on them, so they know that Gastam is respected
Tell your people not to get involved, or
My hitmen are going to give you the complete combo
br/>They are going to kill you with AK, with rifles, or with shotguns
You don't mess with me
I am the Gastam of the southern area of u200bu200bPonce, damn!
I am like that
I will not change my way of being
Rest, I will live and die
(When God says...)
[When God says!]
I am like this < br/>I will not change my way of being
Rest, I will live and die
(When God says...)
[When God says!]
The street is bad, and what controls me is marijuana
I walk around with 2 guns, with pockets full of bullets
There's war in all of Lao's, that's why I'm walking around'
In the black Vitara, and the crystals tint />With those from Catao and Bayamon distributing the cod'
Hey, Baby Rasta, are you active'?
(Of course, Gastam, and even Gringo is active'!)
Like The guns sound
And they see their bodies fall in slow motion
No one invents this, death is ugly
Speak to me clearly, and be honest
It's a bastard to see your thugs disturbed by fear
[How ugly they look running!]
[How ugly they look falling!]
How ugly things get when my people are following them
In their own village , fleeing from mine, feeling chills
That they empty a comb in your face in front of your friends
And your neighbors close the window on you
And now no one comes to your defense
You tried to hide, and they closed the door on you
And no one saves you from this
Your own friends turned their backs on you
Yellow rhodium-plated ribbons of guards
They watch this lambebicho with sealed box
I was left with the desire
To give you a few more with the .40mm of Baby Rasta
No one relaxes with this one
And whoever gets rude will die in the stripe
I am like this
I will not change my way of being
Rest, I will live and die
(When God says...)
[When God says!]
I am like this
I will not change my way of being
Rot, I will live and die
(When God says...)
[When God says!] < br/>

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