SANGRE X SANGRE

No way, let’s see what happens, I’m staying here, by the plaza
I’m still tight with my crew, the party’s going down outside my house
Who the hell cares about your problems, you punk kid
Shout out to the homies, I’m tough too, never back down

I got plenty of brothers who jump in for the work
Risking their lives for me, we’re the only real ones left
Watch your wallet and your cap
I know some don’t like me, I know there’s a lot of envy

Nobody’s watching me, I cover my face with a hood
Not even the cops come close when the bullets start flying
A few shots for being a jerk, said Reque
I’m still in the trade, ready to go until it blows up

I’m keeping an eye on death, I might even get twisted
I got heat and an addiction that makes me mess up
In my hood, they’re not coming to fight or kill each other
And don’t threaten my people because blood is paid with blood

We’re not giving them a chance, eh
Whatever happens, eh
We’re still in the streets, eh-eh
Blood for blood, eh-eh

We’re not giving them a chance, eh
So don’t cross the line, eh
Sorry for my messes, eh-eh
I ask my parents, eh-eh

Pass me another drink while the girl hugs me
You know the deal, we’re over the top
I’m the one who dances, if you got it, bring it
I always carry heat, ready to pop it

Come to my hood, none of us forgive
When the bullets go off, my people react
Come to my hood, none of us forgive
When the bullets go off, my people react

We just chill with the crew, but damn kids, they got fierce blood
And well, it is what it is, we got lead, long live the Santa, we’re from the streets
For Cristian and Fercho, I carry my hood in my heart
My future’s wrecked, what’s done is done
We’re from Guanajuato, nothing changes me, I’m the same dude
For the South and the North, I’m good in the hood, I got respect from all sides

Alright, the Santa, bro
Jalisco, Guanajuato
Long live Mexico, dogs
Hang in there
First, they’re out there
Pure Santa, bro, for all the crew

What’s up, guys?
For my crew
For all the hoods
The Santa
Thugs
Damn Tornillo and the crew
Damn dudes
Alright, bro
We are the Santa, bro

We’re not giving them a chance, eh
Whatever happens, eh
We’re still in the streets, eh-eh
Blood for blood, eh-eh

We’re not giving them a chance, eh
So don’t cross the line, eh
Sorry for my messes, eh-eh
I ask my parents, eh-eh (hey)

Forgive me, mom, for my crazy life
And for all my messes
Yesterday we fought again and let’s see what happens
What else can we do? We’re here to face them

The Santa, bro
And damn Güero on the mic
The crew
The Four Seven Three, dog
Let’s go, dog
Let’s hit it hard
Damn Javi on the track
The Deca