HAZME HUECO MANITO
BLACK MARFIL
Make Room for Me, Bro
Make room for me, bro, we’re back in the game
Now there are a lot of mouths to feed
For those who laughed at me
We’ve got toys to make them run
Make room for me, bro, we’re back in the game
Now there are a lot of mouths to feed
For those who laughed at me
We’ve got toys to make them run
No one’s helped me out
So I won’t owe anyone a thing
For the times I’ve been alone
Lying on the street not knowing what to do
They disgust me more than the hunter who left Bambi motherless
For cutting off the drug supply in the hood and making junkies kill each other
We studied the art of war, I feel like Osama taking out Gandhi
If you cross me and years go by, don’t sleep easy, nothing’s free here
I don’t talk
I listen
That’s why I heard when he set it off
We got out of the car and he took him down
Ask the witch doctor how he fell
Being real, I swear, isn’t easy
The DA makes it tough for me
I’m one of those who sold little bags
With a strap-on mounted on my bike
I’m my own security
I load the clip and take you down
Enemies dancing bachata
She got on all fours and wasn’t so skinny anymore
I’m drunk on power
Glory gets to me and I can’t deny it
They gave me the green light to run
And I won’t turn back, I can prove it
Make room for me, bro, we’re back in the game
Now there are a lot of mouths to feed
For those who laughed at me
We’ve got toys to make them run
No one’s helped me out
So I won’t owe anyone a thing
For the times I’ve been alone
Lying on the street not knowing what to do
For the times I went hunting for enemies in cruise mode
They didn’t have time to shout ambush, saw us from afar and fell first
We learned to rig guns from an Italian named Fratello
Let me go, I don’t want comfort anymore
Play it and we’ll send you to heaven
You don’t want me to get serious with you, if I do, your heart will stop
Don’t lose sight of that bitch, she’s got it in a Bimba and Lola bag
I’ve passed you by at 200 and had time to check the time
They make movies telling stories and have never seen a real one
I’ve got a bitch who gives me head
But when she talks, I get lazy
I’m a G by nature
I move with a lot of skill
Let them talk about me, I see it as normal
Things go well when I’m feeling bad
They say half of what I sing is a lie
Whoever wants can throw me their zip code
Make room for me, bro, we’re back in the game
Now there are a lot of mouths to feed
For those who laughed at me
We’ve got toys to make them run
No one’s helped me out
So I won’t owe anyone a thing
For the times I’ve been alone
Lying on the street not knowing what to do
