Banda Organizada (feat. Lopes y JC Reyes)

In case you don't break the window
We're safe, I've got the money stashed
I have my gun along with the stash
And I've burned all the accounts for this whole week

In case another friend turns on me
Who was like a brother and turned into a snake
To the one with God, I know nobody beats him
They screw him over
They screw him over

Those brothers you quickly make between drugs and laughter
When the tears come, they'll leave just as quickly, honor and those things
Many would get high for you, but how many would take the blame

Yes, even when everything fails sometimes
When there's nothing to fight for, you have to fight for when there is
And you shouldn't trust
Because when you have nothing, they leave your side and when you have, they want to take it away

Neither your hatred nor your ill will hurt me
You can kill me, but never the respect they have for me
They've broken my face, dreams, and self-esteem
What they've never broken are my desires to move forward

If you lose your head, you'll be lost
Eating from the same plate, poor but united
If you come for what's mine, they'll go for your neck
I no longer curse your dead, I send you to join them

In case you don't break the window
We're safe, I've got the money stashed
I have my gun along with the stash
And I've burned all the accounts for this whole week

In case another friend turns on me
Who was like a brother and turned into a snake
To the one with God, I know nobody beats him
They screw him over
They screw him over (ay)

You have to be careful in case of a raid
And don't talk crap on the phone in case they tap the calls
We're artists, music is our alibi
Three years for being members of an organized gang

I took the gun and the stash out of the house
And like fifty thousand in bills with rubber bands
I set up a plantation in a squat in Orcasitas
That's why now I only visit the neighborhood

I have to make money even if it risks my neck
I know that if the cops catch me, I'll go to jail
Code 10, direct order from the judge
From Usera to Moratalaz and from Moratalaz to Aranjuez

You know what's up, there are a lot of snitches
Who make deals with the cops if they give them information
That's why I don't give away where I've hidden the stuff
We are anti-rats

In case you don't break the window
We're safe, I've got the money stashed
I have my gun along with the stash
And I've burned all the accounts for this whole week

In case another friend turns on me
Who was like a brother and turned into a snake
To the one with God, I know nobody beats him
They screw him over
They screw him over

I had to move to not lose my job
I know what it's like to be on a corner selling and paying protection
Watch out for the ugly ones
Counting even the small stuff and alert in case of a shootout

In the neighborhood, investigated with a photo they hadn't thrown
Crazy to have us locked up, they don't know what I've been through
A pill bottle, a demonized stop
And joking even if they've already been looking for me

I've got everything stashed, the money, the weed, and the gun
But the cover won't arrive on its own
I have a system that nobody controls
God is with me and covers my back

When I walk crowned to the music, the light, the hours
I don't want to be a prisoner
Meanwhile, behind the money
And may God bless all the street people

In case you don't break the window
We're safe, I've got the money stashed
I have my gun along with the stash
And I've burned all the accounts for this whole week

In case another friend turns on me
Who was like a brother and turned into a snake
To the one with God, I know nobody beats him
They screw him over
They screw him over