Atencion

For all the hustlers, players, and dealers
The people with money, tobacco man, what’s up?!?
The people are buzzing, what a crazy scene
Like in a freezer, what a chill vibe

Oppositions,
They're playing the stocks
Rising like foam
You lose control
You no longer doubt the situation
One foot on the street and the other in prison

Either way,
You feel the pressure
You’re not in the norm
Gold chain on, and a damn ruckus forms
You were looking for some cash
Now you’ve got no brakes
That’s the process that pulls you in
You know the end well
Dead-end street
You’re giving your life for life
You can leave without a word, look bad boy, no goodbyes
You lose the game

For all the hustlers, players, and dealers
The people with money, tobacco man, what’s up?!?
The people are buzzing, what a crazy scene
Like in a freezer, what a chill vibe

Listen, kid, I know what you’re thinking
I spent years sitting in the neighborhood dumpster
Behind the facade, waiting for the calendar
Hunting the daily grind
Stuck in time, I’m feeling out your vibe
Watch out for the touch of the stupid trumpet, and I say
If you slip out of the zone: dirty trick,
My thoughts are as light as a dealer’s hand
To the Cervantes, I’m from Rabu, a gentleman
Don’t crowd in groups, spies, or I’ll take your skin
Streetwise, I’m still my reflection
I leave my mark
On a stamp
Like a fine tobacco man
Searching through my notes for the crew from my area
They’ll repeat: what’s up?!?
And this drama from the damn street will continue,
Filling your brain now (now, now)

For all the hustlers, players, and dealers
The people with money, tobacco man, what’s up?!?
The people are buzzing, what a crazy scene
Like in a freezer, what a chill vibe

Pay attention to mama’s words... uh-huh
Pay attention to the advice she gives you... uh-huh
If it was with you, buddy
But tomorrow morning
Your family is the one that suffers when you’re in the game
Everyday thing when the money calls
And demands you
Shut your mouth, in front of the jury
Or your death will shout
Little men like you are the ones in the game
But I tell you, look,
There will be no path in your life
There will be no way out
There will be no destination
And if not, without a path
The hopes
Will be part of your revenge
Behind bars, you’ll see your world drift away

For all the hustlers, players, and dealers
The people with money, tobacco man, what’s up?!?
The people are buzzing, what a crazy scene
Like in a freezer, what a chill vibe.