Vida de Ganster Ii

Lord, take care of me on the way
Because the police are watching
I live on the corner, messing around
That's my gangster life
I'm looking for the cash
And the enemy envying
I'm doing my thing, messing around
That's my gangster life

I ask God to help and never let me down
To apply vice versa to those who speak ill of me
To give me strength to never use violence
I have no reverse and I'm after the cash
Without reason, always active, I write what I live
Positive, the comb with all the shots expansive
For those who want to harm me, and although it sounds strange
I have nothing, that's why I'm stingy
What's up is that I look rich when I bathe
Since long ago, standing in thirty and accustomed to the corner
In other words, in my office
I pay for baking, I sell drugs in the showcase
Cold with the neighbor, lead for those who sing off key
Dreaming in the barracks and dreaming in your speaker
We're singing rap looking for a way out
Without the artifice, what would my life be

Lord, take care of me on the way
Because the police are watching
I live on the corner, messing around
That's my gangster life
I'm looking for the cash
And the enemy envying
I'm doing my thing, messing around
That's my gangster life

(T.y.s)
In the street there are no friends, look around you
There are leather, thieves, and future collaborators
With the monkeys, who are there but while you shine
(For you I would explode anyone), and they don't even pop a pimple (keep going)
I've seen bosses rise and fall in value
Life has ups and downs like an elevator
Today you could be the one who buries his name with a bitch
And tomorrow the one who is being watched or locked up in jail

(Because)
All laws are broken, except the law of gravity
Everything that goes up comes down, and collides with loneliness
Consequence of a dangerous life
There's no Tony Montana if there's no jail or an Alejandro Sosa (so)
Mind your own business and don't live the movie
Before a federal agent notes your license plate (and)
Never forget this phrase:
The real troublemakers are those who learn to get rid of it in time

(Alex b)
Lord, take care of me on the way
Because the police are watching
I live on the corner, messing around
That's my gangster life
I'm looking for the cash
And the enemy envying
I'm doing my thing, messing around
That's my gangster life

(Lapiz)
Be careful how you use the word God
Women were given, a lot of shots were given
Machete was avoided, no one interceded for me
Only God, Jehovah, Yavet, the bearded one
Your hopes are bald, tell me how you're going to fight against that?
Let your eyebrows grow and comb them back
Because when we penetrate and hammer ratata
Nacho from the victory and in Najayo nothing
Waiting for us to throw a card for the new prisoner
Only a saint gives you, who doesn't know about that
Who doesn't know that in the street luck doesn't run
That anyone who has money and betrays pays with death
I don't want to see you in a box, buddy
Even if you're strong, any shot will hit you
Fight for the good, that's the attitude
Otherwise, in Blandino your coffin will be removed

(Alex b)
Lord, take care of me on the way
Because the police are watching
I live on the corner, messing around
That's my gangster life
I'm looking for the cash
And the enemy envying
I'm doing my thing, messing around
That's my gangster life

T.y.s & alex b
Lápiz conciente yeah
Cirujano nocturno
You know it
El batallón

T.y.s on the beat
Caja musical studios
Hip hop for life
Cirujano nocturno
Taking care of it, only you know what can't happen to us
A musical gathering
For all those
Who go out to mess around in the street