Te Lleva La Calaca

George George

The Grim Reaper Takes You

They call me the bomb
I make them fear me or hide
Your grave, you will end up in the deepest
The iron resounds, like that of the Taliban
My dogs, suicidal like Muslims
Like Muslims

We don't give a damn about life
With the 50' we defend the lair
What I sell leaves your mind high
I sell cocaine, hard, soft, pills, weed

May it never end (the millionaire)
May it never end (the wine)
May it never end
I tell you the key
I continue as a street guy
Now a trafficker, before a gang member

Bursts of rhyme
The violent one arrived
The one that sounds in your speakers
Every time you hear me
I know it amazes you
Here's a riddle to see if you can guess it

I take a lot of drugs and pills
They amaze me, I go crazy
When I rap fast, I don't make mistakes
I'm not like others whose brains dry up

I can drive while high, and I don't crash
I can talk to God, and I summon the Devil
I sing, changing tribal for rap, and a northern, and a dance hall
To see if they can catch up with me
I go fast, slow and they can't stop me

With the gun we scare the cops
Saint Judas and the skinny one protect me

Check it out, dude
Where I am
I'm in my studio for being who I am
I became a rapper today
And making money, this is my addiction

Check it out, dude
Where I am
I'm in my studio for being who I am
I became a rapper today
And making money, this is my addiction

We have plenty of money, if it's dirty, let it be cleaned
We party and end up in debauchery
I'm the top guy in my neighborhood, the toughest
Where the kids never let go of the knife

You mess with us, the Grim Reaper takes you
With the .45 in your face, it subdues you
You know how it is, buddy, how the situation is
They always talk about the neighborhood and then back out at the last minute

Come on, buddy!
Let's see the desire to make money, dude
Yeah, crazy
You know it, dude
Alright, I'm leaving, dude
I have to go now, man

Let's smoke a joint of the green day, buddy (look)
Yes, dude, thanks, dude
But I have to go because they're calling me, dude
Did I bother you or what?
No, dude, not at all, dude, I have to go now, dude
Come on, stop messing around and hit a blunt, buddy
Alright, let's see
That one's really good, dude
They look like enchiladas

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