Esto Es Real

(Yo!)
(Aha!)
new Records!
(Yeah, Yeah!)
(Aha!)
sonic!
(Sonic!)
tazmania!
(Buddha's Family!)
(Live it!)
(Wooooh!)
live This!
illegal Life Records!
(Yeah!)
(Live This, Bro!)
This Is Real!
(Buddha's Family!)
(Yeah, Yeah!)
(Gastam!)

pull out Your Gun, And Use It Against Me, You Unhappy
you And Your Crew Will Feel Me
I'm Like This, And This Is My Way Of Living
*bam-bam* So You Can Feel It
in The Trunk of a Car You Will Die
with Your Mouth Full of Flies You Will Be on the News
come for Me, You Don't Know What Suffering Is
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 on the Street Like Crazy With Two Percs, And 3 Pali's
I'm Here, Activated For You
waiting for You to Lick Yourself to Get to You
and Come for Me, The One with the Forty
to Hell with All
all of You Can Die with Me

got Double War with the Guard, And with My Enemies
the Mistake Is That They've Shot And Left Me Alive
they Haven't Shot Me and They're Already Pumped
all These Scaredy-cats, If Mine Catch Them They'll Leave Them Stuck
I Don't Want Crying, Now Endure My Taunting
when I Bring Out a Full Black Ak Outside
and I Hit Them, So They Know That Gastam Is Respected
tell Your People Not to Get Involved, Or
my Hitmen Will Give You the Full Combo
they Will Kill You with Ak, with Rifles, Or with Shotguns
you Don't Get Me in the Shit
I'm Gastam from the South Area of Ponce, Damn!

I'm Like This
I Won't Change My Way of Being
rot, I Will Live and Die
(When God Says...)
[When God Says!]
I'm Like This
I Won't Change My Way of Being
rot, I Will Live and Die
(When God Says...)
[When God Says!]

the Street Is Bad, And What Controls Me Is Marijuana
I Walk with 2 Guns, Pockets Full of Bullets
there's War Everywhere, That's Why I'm Paranoid
in the Black Vitara, Tinted Windows
even Though I Already Have My Enemies Set
the Hitmen Activated, Everything Is Under Control
but You Have to Be Careful
because I'm Standing My Ground
with Those from Cataño and Bayamon Distributing the Goods
listen, Baby Rasta, Are You Activated?
(Of Course, Gastam, And Even Gringo Is Activated!)

how the Guns Sound
and See Their Bodies Fall in Slow Motion
no One Invents This, Death Is Ugly
speak Clearly to Me, And Be Honest
it's Tough to See Your Hitmen Disturbed by Fear
[How Ugly They Look Running!]
[How Ugly They Look Falling!]
how Ugly Things Get When Mine Are Following Them
in Their Own Neighborhood, Running from Mine, Feeling Chills
to Have a Clip Emptied in Your Face in Front of Your Friends
and Your Neighbors Close Their Windows
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 tapes Surrounded by Guards
this Suck-up Is Viewed with the Coffin Sealed
I Was Left Wanting
to Give You a Few More with Baby Rasta's .40mm
with This No One Relaxes
and Whoever Gets Tough Dies on the Line

I'm Like This
I Won't Change My Way of Being
rot, I Will Live and Die
(When God Says...)
[When God Says!]
I'm Like This
I Won't Change My Way of Being
rot, I Will Live and Die
(When God Says...)
[When God Says!]