El Cacerio

Thank God, because I'm still breathing
Using my talent to help my people
I'll keep shining and representing the hood
The hood (haha!) setting goals amidst the chaos
And I'll leave you lit up, sinking you down
In a couple of avenues, you've seen me messed up

But that's how I say it, to keep moving forward
I'm no longer a criminal, now I'm a singer
Spreading my fame shining among the giants
If you mess with my crew, they'll take you out
(Haha!) Partner, watch out, and don't disrespect me
Or I'll send a couple of shots so you never get up

In my hood
Many of my buddies have been killed
In my hood
I enjoy all that I've fought for
In my hood
I've left a few behind
In my hood... (In my hood!)

In my hood, I was locked up in '94
You've had a fit over a pair of shoes
The tables turned, had about four
And the horse was on fire, for the fool's shovel
(In my hood...!)
There were shootouts all the time
And whoever chickened out was probably fake
No matter what they say, Capiche, they had the cats
And the masked ones, (Boom!) uncovered thirty-four

In my hood
Many of my buddies have been killed
In my hood
I enjoy all that I've fought for
In my hood
I've left a few behind
In my hood... (In my hood!)

In my hood
Many of my buddies have been killed
In my hood
I enjoy all that I've fought for
In my hood
I've left a few behind
In my hood... (In my hood!)

The Hood, the archangel donkey loki arrives at the bridge
In case I drop a bomb, they'll come with wookytooky
I sing with a drum, I'll show you the movie and the gothic
They brag about catching you doing various things
And you grew up, Alexio the beast, the hated one
Carolina, Parque Ecuestre (You copied it, crazy!)
You're a snitch, don't talk much and get on the map
Son of a b****, we'll knock your head off
Super sticky, we offer you seventy for the cape
And with the clistia, now fire, Less will take you down

I'm crazy, your lyrics don't even come close to me
I've been aiming since Carlos to the legend

In my hood from the east
Two hundred and twenty are running
With three coffees more, they won't last even at the bridge

Don't mess with me, my name for the transients with my style
Little bosses inside the anchor
The hood knows me, the prince of the kids, the packages
(You know!) The thirty that go outside are sweater-wearers
I talk to my office daily, they tell me Coscu if you go for it
Don't mark your tattoos, it's a commitment, don't even block the gates
(Broadcast everything I say on the radio!)
Fight at my level, and selling your soul to the devil
Bronze Decato, I handle it like a killer from Ponce
I have connections to crash them like nine eleven
(In my hood!...)

(This is another level!)...

In my hood...
I change the beretta, and the black cats come in through the window
And I know the borrowed ones picked up the suitcase
I'm the terror, of anyone who messes with me
(In my hood...!)
I bragged and unmasked them
A shot (Bang! Bang! Bang!)
And for the hell
Shark, I know you by the fin
Come down here, there's no fear here and we'll leave you in the drawer

In my hood
Many of my buddies have been killed
In my hood
I enjoy all that I've fought for
I've left a few behind
In my hood... (In my hood!)

In my hood
Many of my buddies have been killed
In my hood
I enjoy all that I've fought for
I've left a few behind
In my hood... (In my hood!)

(Haha!)
(Haha!)

You can have all the powers you want...
But in the streets, you die...
Another level...