Blanco O Negro (Remix) (feat. Casper Magico, John Jay, Sinfonico)

Eh, yes
Wo-oh, wo-o-oh
Mera, tell me Sinfo
This is the real remix
Real G4 Life my nigga
The Real Return, you hear me baby?
That's how it is

Friend is a weight in the pocket, be careful with who is passing you by
That buddy is not clear, in the street is all they're gossiping about
The clock doesn't stop, remember that the hours keep passing
And just as you search, damn son of a bitch, they're looking for you too
Yes, and go dividing sides
With the movie playing, but they're not the only ones hunting
I'm also with mine, inside a car I pass by smoking
And if I catch them outside the housing project, I'll send 50

Decide, damn son of a bitch, white or black? (decide, damn son)
If I get angry, sparks will fly (El Favo son of a bitch)
Always firm line, I die for mine (yes)
I celebrate by throwing money to whores in a brothel

Instead of one whore, better be thirty (El Favo son of a bitch)
With the money from the drugs, the bill is paid
Arrange a featuring for my tool
Because we're making money and the problems increase
But screw it, we're blessed
Active in neighborhoods and housing projects
I'm a fine rooster, in all places I'm cold
Partying for two days and still haven't slept
Money doesn't sleep, so I don't either
Invent with me, you'll earn a few
Don't look for trouble to show off
The sticks sound toc-toc-toc
Your whore looks for me and I don't provoke her
She talked to me, I talked to her, I told her for a round
She arrives with friends, we fuck in an orgy (here comes, damn son of a bitch)
And I fucked her drugged, drunk, really crazy (Real G4 Life, Domini-)

You were born bent, my stick straightens you
Friend, remember you'll die, how sad (pew-pew)
A queen in my house, princess everywhere (ah)
To forget everything I fuck while setting the table (mmm)
Ungrateful that one nurtures
You see them all grown up, wanting to be more gangsta
After putting them to bed, they never get up
For God to take care of me, mother prays late at night
She supports what I do and what I dedicate myself to
I don't look for trouble, that's why I medicate
Now I make music, don't sell coke
They want to kill me but I clean their beak
I do it wholeheartedly, I don't believe in contracts
I dream even on Pluto, I was never a rookie
I bring the G's, Real G doesn't trust
Even though I'm a singer, I carry clear combs
No matter how much I give them, they want what's yours
The gossip spreads and the commotion forms
And they get what they deserve for being ready
How much money in war have I not spent
The rifles, the bullets, the money, don't turn
I go down to Dallas today, they die when they turn
I see how they look, they aim and breathe
You give them air, they breathe, and then they turn on you
(The G4)

Decide, damn son of a bitch, white or black? (decide, damn son)
If I get angry, sparks will fly (leave the hypocrisy)
Always firm line, I die for mine (yes)
I celebrate by throwing money to whores in a brothel (brothel)

Decide, damn son of a bitch, white or black?
If I get angry, sparks will fly
Always firm line, I die for mine
I celebrate by throwing money to whores in a brothel

Are you white or black?
Or you stand up for me and buy a stick
Because I already have you at your father-in-law's house
And we're going to burn you with the gun in hand
I arrive at the old man's house in a Honda
I knock on the door until he answers me
With the 47 and a round pot
47 inside is cursed
I go in and melt it for you
And let the screams come out
I finish you off with the 4-0
I empty three full clips on you
And tomorrow you appear on the news
And I shoot Jamby
We take two sons of bitches from the brothel
Those who come like a downpour
Who suck really well and don't hold back
Those who get on with you and guide you while you go down
Those who set the table for you
Do the arrangements and send the boxes

We give it to you in the back of the head (G4)
If you act like Frank Lucas
We send you where the Devil is
Silver or lead like Pablo
We cut off your flight
You're not Lord of the Skies
Just because you're a boss
Don't think you're El Chapo
Even if you have good streaks
You'll never be like Gacha
You can be a son of a bitch
Not like the Orejuela brothers
No matter how ballsy you are
You think you're Al Capone or Corleone (yeh)
Your hideout has more than the bank
The cocaine queen was Blanco (shit)

Decide, damn son of a bitch, white or black?
If I get angry, sparks will fly
Always firm line, I die for mine
I celebrate by throwing money to whores in a brothel

Decide, damn son of a bitch, white or black? (decide, damn son)
If I get angry, sparks will fly (leave the hypocrisy)
Always firm line, I die for mine (yes)
I celebrate by throwing money to whores in a brothel

I'll break your mailbox, we'll break you
If you fall asleep on Suboxone
White or black, damn, things as they are
I don't know who they are, but tell me, damn, how many are they?
They boast about the street and they're my clones
None can unlock the gate
You see it looks big like Samson
And not even on Valentine's Day he has a heart to kill
Tell me if I'm not right
It's just that since I have reason
We're living inside the heat
With the gun in hand and thirty the extension (if I loosen you...)
If you talk nonsense you feel the pressure
Better play it smart, and pay attention
Your death will be on TV
Remember it's not the kitchen, it's the one who adds the seasoning

Real G4 Life
Casper
The real sons of bitches
The G4
Sinfo & Onyx
Mera, indicate Fifty
We are The Magicians
El Favo, son of a bitch
Real G4 Life, nigga
Tell me Onyx
Tell me Sinfo
Or we shoot a trambo
Or we catch you out there on the avenue