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Feat Lil' Rob
Leva leva leva leva
Leva leva leva leva
You better run for cover motherf**kers and think of something fast
Before you end up just another b***h who couldn't last
Ain't no game to be played unless you ready for some combat
It's 1998 and all these jealous got me straped
Sleeping with my eyes open quick to draw my gun
Got me hoping and praying that I don't end up the next one
Don't make me unleash a couple of rounds shoot some down
Didn't you know this little motherf**ker ain't afraid to unload
Dumping shells all over the street steady serving heat
'Til I'm the only soldier still standing on my feet
I'm really trying to make this situation very clear
Ain't a man alive on this earth that I fear
Now we can handle this confrontation any way you want
Just as long you don't act like a b***h or a cunt
I must admit that some try look at me no respect
For those who've lay it so hold on tight to your life
Cuz we just might have to take it
Locked and loaded fully automatic just in case
Finger on the trigger spitting hollow points all over the place
Ready to rumble got a gang of ammunition prepare to retaliate any competition
Leva leva leva leva
Leva take a bullet in the eye
Leva leva your gonna die
From the 8 0 5 to the 6 1 9
Leva leva leva leva
Go for your's I'm gonna go for mine
Leva leva your gonna die
Cappin' the fools who makin' waste of time
A rough motherf**ker from '75
A down a*s Mexican I'm still alive
Corazon in the heart is still motherf**ker
Flowing on the mic and no big deal because I'm down for mine
I'll rob a puto blind take his life holmes I don't waste time
He won't have the time to drop a dime on me the A R T the motherf**king T
Another mission so I'm on the run
I'm not God but I had to take your life with a gun
Killing motherf**kers just ain't no thang
If I ain't gonna do it he's gonna die anyway
From a gang bang or a d**g thang swept of his feet from a coke slang
Who of my partners gonna die next
Either torcher'd in Hell or sent to Heaven to rest
Lil' Rob coming back to haunt ya
What you got to say about what you did to me
You gotta be kidding me bulls**tting me
I can give a f**k about your vida
You better believe you'll meet the nine millimeter
So be a walking dead man until I arrive
Caps stinging your a*s like you were playing with a bee hive
Look behind you what you find
My mind's on your murder and your murder's on my mind
All the time I try to think about something else
But I see the murdering you
What kind of motherf**king self
And I don't think it's time for me to go quite yet
When it's time for me go I won't go quiet
Sounding like the 4th of July when I die
Or maybe a World War II as I drop the f**king bombs on you
But what the f**k you gonna do Lil' Rob be the f**king baddest
Mexicano born with the baddest leaving you levas in a casket
Leva leva leva leva
Leva leva leva leva
