Caserio

Today I'm going hunting, God bless my luck
I'm from the hood, I keep moving forward
Bring out the rifles with hot bullets
I'm not afraid, let the thugs scream
Today I'm going hunting, God bless my luck
I'm from the hood, I keep moving forward
Bring out the rifles with hot bullets
I'm not afraid, let the thugs scream

Gunshots are heard in my neighborhood
A bunch of junkies are breaking the cold
My buddy, the metalhead
Now the most wanted by the feds

"Tiger One, 10-4...Tiger One, I need back up, 10-4...
They got too many guns, I need backup, 10-4, 10-4!"

I don't sleep, I'm hanging out with my gun
The kiosk sells even though the dogs are recording
The piece in my waist and the trigger ready
Active with my cats from Torre Sabana and Monte Hatillo
I don't sleep because I'm cunning
So pig, don't dress in mourning for me
I have two on the rooftop in case someone sneaks in
Connected with the big shots from La Cumbre and Manuela
I'm still alive
For dead, in jail
I keep surviving, deal with it
I'm going to the club and I see blurry faces
But I'm with my cats from Cataño and Barbosa
If they want war, bring out the guns
Because in Villa España and La Perla are my crazies
After they shoot, don't slip
Because in Lloren Torres and San Jose are my tough guys

Today I'm going hunting, God bless my luck
I'm from the hood, I keep moving forward
Bring out the rifles with hot bullets
I'm not afraid, let the thugs scream
Today I'm going hunting, God bless my luck
I'm from the hood, I keep moving forward
Bring out the rifles with hot bullets
I'm not afraid, let the thugs scream

If they confuse me and play games, we'll give it to them by law
Greetings to all the gangsters from Ponce and Cayey
Boster, how many have thrown in the towel
We fire them up and they jump the puddle
I'm sowing terror in the other side
They want me dead, they're talking
A bunch of c... are playing games with me
I'm hunting them with the ones from Gladiola and Sicardo
Several piglets are stalking me
When the crooks chase me to Orlando

"Ladies and gentlemen...
The passengers of flight #516 bound for Orlando
Please board through gate #6..."

I'm looking for them and turning around
With my killers from Gautier and the big shots from Puerta
They want to hunt me down and have a hard time
I'm activated with Selles and Sabana Abajo

"This is real, consul.
This isn't like other singers who make it up."

"Boster!
Let them throw themselves...we're hunting..."
(Looney Tunes and Noriega!)
(Don Omar!)

Today I'm going hunting, God bless my luck
I'm from the hood, I keep moving forward
Bring out the rifles with hot bullets
I'm not afraid, let the thugs scream
Today I'm going hunting, God bless my luck
I'm from the hood, I keep moving forward
Bring out the rifles with hot bullets
I'm not afraid, let the thugs scream