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Description
Producer: Panda Black
Producer: Sauceman36
Producer: Venenoldd
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Daniel Andrew Wahlberg
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah!
Murder Gang, bitch.
No me caiga' atrás, que los mío' van pa' encima, después que los trabajo, yo sigo como si na'. Parezco God, construye la herramienta siempre encima.
Cabrón, yo estoy cachando los cuadros y hay el molino.
Tengo to' los palos, estoy jugando grandes ligas. No quería matarlo, pero es que la glock me obliga.
Si el diablo me visita, hoy tu vida por la mía. Haciendo asesinatos bajo efecto 'e codeína.
Llegando hasta tu destino, vamo' a recogerte en el camino, como Ñengo monta'o en un carro vino. Las balas de mi AK están saliendo en corillo.
Oh, my God, cada vez que encuentro un enemigo.
Soy el más hijoputa que han parío', ando vuelta por tu pueblo con el malvete vencío'.
Nunca me he olvido a los mío', somos trescientos hijoputa' saliendo del caserío.
Diablo, estoy to' los mío' en la cárceles, se murieron dos y los muertos están achacándome.
Tengo la ruta, solo fumo de Los Ángeles. Backwood, smoke up, you can't handle it.
Estos cabrones miran mal, but they don't want it, yeah.
Tengo una treinta forty five que sangre tiene sed. Vo'a tener que botar la Air Force porque la manché.
Cuando le di el primer shot, pasa con la veintitrés.
No me caiga' atrás, que los mío' van pa' encima, después que los trabajo, yo sigo como si na'.
Parezco God, construye la herramienta siempre encima. Cabrón, yo estoy cachando los cuadros y hay el molino.
Tengo to' los palos, estoy jugando grandes ligas.
No quería matarlo, pero es que la glock me obliga. Si el diablo me visita, hoy tu vida por la mía.
Haciendo asesinatos bajo -efecto 'e codeína.
-Sigan uniéndose, que al final terminan muriéndose. Que agarre el rifle, eso es de uno, vo'a terminar to' lo que empecé.
Estoy dando ronda hasta detectarte, y a la que te localice, la muerte voy a entregarte.
Matando estos lechones a sangre fría, dile a Slayter que su vida es la garantía. To' estos rifles están bendecidos por el Mesías.
Te vamo' a bajar a plomo, que no mame el bicho, la policía.
Salido en el Heckler, estamos de pesca. Va' a cogerle un par de tiros pa' que muerto amanezca.
Le sonaremos los tambores, huele bicho, que se crezca.
Se lo va a llevar el diablo al que mi pistola no velezca.
Y el que apoye a mi enemigo se morirá también, vendiendo kilos, bajando todos los fardos de cien. Y andamos cuatro hijos de puta dentro de una
Range Rover, ya sabemos dónde estoy, te vamo' a darle game over.
No haga' que me endemonie, te desarme y te meta con tu misma pistola.
Si al final del cuento, tú vas a seguir siendo el mismo rascabola.
Canto de cabrón.
Que nunca se te olvide.
-Es Slayter. Real G for life, baby.
-Que la glock me obliga, tu vida por la mía, efecto 'e codeína.
English translation
Yeah!
Murder Gang, bitch.
Don't fall back, mine are on top, after I work on them, I continue as if nothing happened. I look like God, build the tool always on top.
Bastard, I'm catching the paintings and there's the mill.
I have everything I need, I'm playing in the big leagues. I didn't want to kill him, but the glock forced me.
If the devil visits me, today your life is mine. Doing murders under the effect of codeine.
Arriving at your destination, we are going to pick you up along the way, like Ñengo riding in a wine car. The bullets from my AK are coming out in a row.
Oh, my God, every time I meet an enemy.
I'm the biggest son of a bitch they've ever given birth to, I'm walking around your town with the bad guy.
I have never forgotten my people, there are three hundred motherfuckers leaving the village.
Devil, I'm all in prison, two died and the dead are blaming me.
I have the route, I only smoke from Los Angeles. Backwood, smoke up, you can't handle it.
These bastards look bad, but they don't want it, yeah.
I have a thirty forty five that thirsts for blood. I'm going to have to throw away the Air Force because I stained it.
When I gave him the first shot, he passed with twenty-three.
Don't fall back, mine are on top, after I work on them, I continue as if nothing happened.
I look like God, build the tool always on top. Bastard, I'm catching the paintings and there's the mill.
I have everything I need, I'm playing in the big leagues.
I didn't want to kill him, but the glock forced me. If the devil visits me, today your life is mine.
Doing murders under the codeine effect.
-Keep joining together, because in the end you end up dying. Grab the rifle, that's one of you, I'm going to finish what I started.
I'm going around until I spot you, and whoever finds you, I'm going to hand you over to death.
Killing these piglets in cold blood, tell Slayter that his life is the guarantee. All these rifles are blessed by the Messiah.
We're going to take you down hard, don't let the bug suck, the police.
Out on the Heckler, we're fishing. He's going to shoot him a couple of times so that he'll be dead in the morning.
We will beat the drums, smell the bug, let it grow.
The devil is going to take it if my gun doesn't speed.
And whoever supports my enemy will die too, selling kilos, lowering all the hundred bundles. And we are four sons of bitches inside one
Range Rover, we already know where I am, we're going to give you game over.
Don't make me possess a demon, disarm you and target you with your same gun.
Yes, at the end of the story, you are going to continue being the same scratcher.
Bastard song.
May you never forget it.
-It's Slayter. Real G for life, baby.
-That the glock forces me, your life for mine, codeine effect.