Si son bien jotos

Wuacha a shout out to DHA that we want to dedicate this song
for those who say we're not real with a very very very
special dedication to every f*g who has dissed us in a
song.

BABO
the three dudes supposedly bad gangsters bums wanted to play a
game that I already had won I'm not evil just what I am
but my bad boy reputation I got it at sixteen so
no way I'll let them screw me over in rap I didn't learn it in a
damn bilingual school I learned it on the street where the hell
were you expecting I don't stop with machetes or rocks or
shoot lead to pull like I pull I grab the waist even
when they go to the bathroom because this babo is re-crazy I don't
know if it's the weed the acid or the coke but that's how it is and
will be if you don't bleed for real then it's just talk.

If they're real f*gs, if they're real f*gs, if they're real f*gs if they're real
f*gs.

DHA
the new era of rap has arrived the real deal in pure
street Babylon crew I don't give a f*ck I bring street smarts for real don't even
mess with the cartel's kid I come from Guadalupe to Santa
where the balls rule and the dogs sing I have several
dudes on my hit list when you hear the gunshots you'll
remember me or what did you forget already if here everything is paid for f*gs you're screwed listen to the tyrant assholes then we'll meet because
we're all muleteers and we walk the path.

BABO
from Monday to Sunday in the same lost in the abyss addicted
focused and riding the rhythm I never rap without a good reason
my .380 is enough to explode your heart listen up asshole
I always rhyme seriously it's no longer a mystery what awaits you
the cemetery f*g and that's a miracle if someone finds your
remains four meters underground covering the smell of death smoke this
because I speak the truth just compare my lyrics with my criminal
history animal I've hit eight billion and this doesn't compare to your childish rhymes go and tell all your buddies that the
matachinches has arrived who kills them with the knife the damn babo no one can lynch me I turn them off when the holy death always
rides by my side.

if they're real f*gs, if they're real f*gs, if they're real f*gs, if they're real
f*gs

DHARIUS
you know who I am so shut up to win battles this
dog doesn't battle they were too much for them in rap they didn't measure up
lyrics at a high level asshole I have my mornings I don't know what they're aiming for
if later they're crying they call the cops and say I hit
them dharius they think they're tough guys but they're f*gs go to
hell little crybaby dudes if you want to have a fair shootout I'll do it and if you want to grab me in the bathroom I'll fight back
no problem we'll settle it later you've been warned so
be careful

if they're real f*gs, if they're real f*gs, if they're real f*gs, if they're real
f*gs

BABO
even if you shut your mouth it's your turn I don't feel more manly for smoking weed take note and don't lose your notebook death is
lurking in the streets and sidewalks I have in the van
a shotgun with all fives to shove it in your face the
bastard you were waiting for to run away with your
devil gun I have the control more for being a bad boy for
singing with balls and these damn idiots thinking I was new I'm just messing around with bills in my pocket in case they
twist the guns to give them their cut I don't care about their
made-up bullshit as the Brazilians say you're just bullshit
trouble going down I'm all about going up if you didn't open your mouth you wouldn't
have those wounds and your moms wouldn't cry look.

if they're real f*gs, if they're real f*gs, if they're real f*gs, if they're real
f*gs