Jersey (feat. Darell y Nengo Flow)

First I fell in love with money
Then I fell in love with a whore
Kilos at the airport
Assholes, I have my route

My enemies are dead
All my combs are 30
I always have my 40 hidden
Under the jersey, under the jersey
Under the jersey

We go on a spree with you
As if we had jerseys
I put this dick on your bitch
And then she wears my jerseys
She wears my jersey

Too many in 2006
And we have the rifle like skyfive
And we sell the kilos to the United States
We crown after they pass through the gabe

We erase your face
You won't get up, my AK will give you 33
I never bluff, I'll torture you
And the coroner will sew you up

I have it under the jersey
I take it out, I squeeze it if you get rough
I send you a shot, we start the war
And don't call for meetings

For the sticks, we have the tones
Better not mention my name
I have all the contacts
To make your own betray you

Your contract expires
Here we live in war, you kill me or I kill you
We've been in control for a while
Front page, kidnappings and murders

With calm, my buddy
We're full of hate, we're fed up
With all the sticks and glocks
Waiting for them to pass in front of the housing project

First I fell in love with money
Then I fell in love with a whore
Kilos at the airport
Assholes, I have my route

My enemies are dead
All my combs are 30
I always have my 40 hidden
Under the jersey, under the jersey
Under the jersey

We go on a spree with you
As if we had jerseys
I put this dick on your bitch
And then she wears my jerseys
She wears my jersey

The jerseys on the outside, the FN on the outside
We're factorying to lay you on the sidewalk
You're going to melt in your boat, to sink it
Don't come with plots or it will screw you
If they want war, I'll give it to them
But they won't be able to fly high

I mess with death because I'm a trafficker
If they paint ghosts, I'll hit them
We come in fire, killing the enemy
I hook him up with a 100 comb

If they want to test themselves, come here and they'll stay
Dead and rotten jumping, the one who doesn't play in his base
There's no chance, I'm the trap going to your base
Serial killers are all my accomplices
Don't overdo it, your membrane might get greased
When the bullets from my plastic reach you

First I fell in love with money
Then I fell in love with a whore
Kilos at the airport
Assholes, I have my route

My enemies are dead
All my combs are 30
I always have my 40 hidden
Under the jersey, under the jersey
Under the jersey

We go on a spree with you
As if we had jerseys
I put this dick on your bitch
And then she wears my jerseys
She wears my jersey

For motherfucker and thug
I always walk with my jersey
And my 40 Glock at the base