Real Hasta La Muerte

Mera, AA
You know that you can count on us
You're talking to the uncorrectable elder
You know we're active 24/7
And we have three hundred sticks active
You don't warn us and we'll fall wherever, got it?
Let me know right away

Mera, AA
Here the three digits are in cash
And whoever we catch, we'll hit them with everything and a vest
And we become what they didn't want, hahahaha

Mera, AA
Whoever ghosts with you, we'll send them to the 'acosta'o' neighborhood
Don't let them keep underestimating you, let the wave keep covering them
Mera, indicate, brother
You know you can count on us for whatever
They know that when they fail, they get in trouble and leave without a chain
These bastards who are the devils
I'm crazy for them to throw themselves so they can be picked up in bags, bunch of ass-kissers, hahaha

Mera, AA
Tell these people that this is from Carolina to Santurce
From Santurce to Carola
That I have a collection of 47 that they call The Avengers, that I'm crazy to release them all

Tell me, AA
You know the street has a first and last name
And it's real until death
You keep tearing up the road
While we keep controlling from the fridge
Sincerely, El Callaíto'
Haha!

We're demonized and we're leaving them crucified
Today we're going out hunting because I woke up with the devil climbing
El Enano called me and said: We already have that bastard located
And we're going to kill him, and they'll find him tortured hanging from a bridge

They killed my brother and no one knows all the times I've cried for him
All the times I've seen my mom crying and all the times I've sworn to her
That we're going to avenge him and we're not going to stand with our arms crossed
And today we're dressed in black, walking with the devil masked

Bastard, you're a twisted one
You've seen all the times I've applied it
In the name of Oriental and Arma'o
You already know, bastard, that yours is spoken for

Time is running out, yours is counted
Let's see if everything you've boasted about is true
We're going to give you all the shots you've already given
In front of your son and leave him traumatized, brr!

Collateral damage
Your family is messing with the feds
But in my song, no one is killed without my green light, use the channels
We're also going to kill anyone who sits in the castle chair and points
And they find him dead with a big sign on his chest and my initials written below

You thought it was a joke
All the shit you talked, you've already eaten it
You moved to Tampa and that's the only reason you didn't die
I can't give to what I can't see and that's why you hid
You said you were going to avenge your brother, bastard, and you didn't do it either

Mera, tell him, AA
That we're with a.45 strong
With two knives, machete flow
Here even in the mall we get in
That we're the only demons who put fifteen cars in any neighborhood or housing project
Hahaha, you know who's talking to you
The Demented and the terror of all these bastards
Daddy, don't get rough because we're with AA

Hey, AA, and calm down
You in music and us in the tar
We take care of the problems
Mera, AA, here reporting
The one who always walks with the.35
And the saxophone tucked in the skirt like Lisa
You know I don't play
Whoever wants fame, the shot takes it on the shirt
Sincerely, the only black man who doesn't shed fur: La P

Tell me, AA, attend to me
Hey, boast all you want, say everything you want
They know that from this side
There are 513 bullets up every time Forensic counts
AA, whoever ghosts
We light the R so he has a stroke
The wave that covers them
Don't act like you don't know
They know we have more crocodiles than Animal Planet, haha

Mera, AA
I've told you that these people are just valves
They know that in my song we get involved, we get our hands dirty
We get R and we get AK
Sincerely, the one who makes them fly head-on with the D-Sport
Son of a bitch
The demons

Bring out the extras, the gloves, and the pills
I have the stick with fourteen combs
Forensic today pick up a basket
White chalk and yellow ribbons (haha!), brr

Long live war and long live drugs
That we break the rope wherever we go
And if the state ones interrogate me one day
I'm going to tell them to suck my two balls
I'm not going to shit
I showed them once and they want me to show them again (my brother)
They want to take me
But it's impossible, bastards, I'm a legal big shot
From Elmira to Playita we go out with three hundred motorcycles to La Margarita

We kill you and my bitches are fans of Bad Bunny, they all stay quiet
The R fully customized with the red sight and the Chinese combs
I swear to God that if you don't die now, you'll die right now
We send you to prison and we control the fire (twenty-seven)

We lower the whole damn island if we have a meeting (blessings)
You're snoring a lot and you haven't killed anyone, you bastard (ah?)
Greetings to all twenty-seven who sleep with a knife under the mattress
Every time we kill an enemy we look for the Buchanan's, there's a celebration

And when we want to send a message, there's a kidnapping and then decapitation
And the devil talks to me every time I'm shooting
Every time I'm changing a comb
Every time we're hunting you

And every time we're killing someone
And if the indictment explodes, we don't snitch
Always on fire, we never cool down
And we light the Draco in your face, that's the same stick we used on your brother
Brr!

Mera, AA, Doble Ñ speaking
From Ponce, Los Chino', where fear doesn't exist
Here we don't run with anyone's shit or by anyone's name
Here we sow fear and reap respect
Sincerely, the Asians

Hey, my brother, you know who I am
Don't boast too much and don't get scared
The only thing I'm going to tell you is this word
If they cross the line with you
I'm going to split them in half, through the Seven and with the.15, got it?
They say: Mere, come to the vest
Better not boast, daddy, because today we're going to transport you
To the world, paradise, hell
Where you have no way out, dad

So, mere
Stay calm, authorized over there
Because, mere, I'm going to give you the authorization
Got it? God level, haha!

The AA, Emma, brother
This is 100x35 and my housing project is the loudest
Whoever dares to snitch on you, analyze, I'm with the devils
Sincerely, El Compay
Here reporting, the one with the nose like a cat to catch a mouse
Always with the brushes inside the mall because the street is on fire
Don't fall asleep in the lights or in the traffic jam
Who's turning around the city of chicharrón
Got it? So they know

Mera, mere, these people know that here in PR we call the shots
Whoever looks for trouble, give me a call, baby
I'm here on the island on fire, waiting, bastard, for them to detonate
To break their legs in half for all these snitches
Listen to me, bastard, we're real until death, son of a bitch
Don't you see the news, motherfucker?
The untouchables, got it, bastard? Haha

Mera, indicate, Doble
You know we run by the code of the island of enchantment
Or the island of horror, as they want
They want us to kill each other and
What they don't know is that we're controlling the world
All the communities, all the sectors, all the neighborhoods, all the housing projects
However they want to call them, even the projects
You know who's talking
The black panther, the Young Kingz
Real until death, got it?

Mera, AA, you know who's talking, the black man from Las Torre'
The only place where the government never had control over us
That they had no choice but to tear it down
You know we're still the same
And our loyalty can't be bought with money, twenty-seven is the house
Brr!

We're going to sow fear and we're always going to reap respect
Here anyone who comes to snitch will die
We're going to take out the RAM and we're going to hunt you down
I'm not going to guide, I'm going to shoot you
I swear, bastard, we're going to kill you
All your loved ones will cry for you
The.40 is my Bible and your death is the end, brr (amen)
The apocalypse; bastard, what's up? I'm in Puerto Rico with the Yeezys'
Don't boast, they're going to find you tortured, tied to a post
And in Lacoste we light it up and break all the bastards in your face
Tell me, Boster, we're going to play the drums coming out of Red Lobster
Before they hated me and now I'm the most loved in Puerto Rico, calm down, boy
We're going to break you like we break the kilos of coke
And from Llorens to Sabana Bajo
Who the hell did you take down? (Who?)
The only time you took down
Was to suck dick begging for work
And they eat the shit you talk when they see me arrive with five hundred
Four hundred ninety armed, the other ten are kilos moving slow
If we take out the cars and the devils get in, you know we're going in
And it's with a short and a stick in case the rifle jams in the shootout and heats up, brr!

In the genre I'm the big shot, I have the slow one, the coke, and the crack
I'm the demon who had lost the trinchera and now I have it behind me (the AA)
We have the genre united and we have the street under control (brr!)
I told them, bastards, that I was going to make the peace treaty in PR, ah!

They know who I am, the one with the.357, the singer killer
You know we're real until death, hehehehe

Mera, AA, you tell me, I'm with the 47
Like with two hundred combs that don't even fit in the car
Daddy, the Illuminati

Mera, AA, go full throttle
You know I'm always active with my boys in the neighborhood
I'm with an R with a drum that I call The M60, ah?
And I command and go, they know

Mera, AA
These little pigs don't respect the codes
They keep shooting at windows and walls
That's why when we light up the Palestinians, the sound checks are at least forty minutes
Son of a bitch, our shootouts make the whole island tremble, bastard
I shit on the devil's mother
Acho, I'm really demonized

Indicate, AA
Those who leave it stuck until the cement bounces report
We're in the jungle with two hundred sticks
Here whoever hides won't get a break to put on spikes
Throw anything at me, you know where we are
The ones from the bridge that never falls, hahahaha

Tell me, AA
Let's see if these people get in line
Because we're in the diesel really demonized
And whoever we catch in the middle, with the mics will be beaten
Anuel, whoever wants war should start buying tickets to Orlando
We're not playing
We don't break windows, we knock down the whole castle
Always straight, man of his word
Whoever messes with us, their heart will tear
Sincerely, the one who's been rolling solo since the nineties
Look, when we light up the Romans, we overturn the cars
You know we're active, the Bermuda Triangle
Sincerely, the crazy one from the Triangle

Mera, tell me, Anuel, this is Real G4 Life, baby
You know that whoever licks will be sown immediately
So let them throw themselves
They're going to the electric chair without ghosting, hahahahahaha

Real until death, got it, bastard?
This is for those who said
That when I touched Puerto Rico they were going to kill me
For those who said

That when I got out of prison I was going back to the feds
For those who I fed and they bit the hand
This is directly for the ass-kissers who arrested me, who told me my career was over

And this is especially for my fans
Who give their lives for me and I give my life for them
The Illuminati