Mas fama y dinero

Ready?
Huh?
Come on!
Hey!
I!
Buddha's Family!
Millions Records!
Me too...
Ha ha ha!

First in "Game Over" they felt a more or less
Councilors with verb in a cowboy duel
In the NarcoHarpon song there was blood on the ground
With Tito and Hector I combined and with the bambinos I broke the hair
Bullets ran against you with the Mexican
Really showing that there were guns in hand
Tempo began to ring and ring and become young
The unfortunate people saw me stuck and threw me away
"MC Massacres", thank you for dedicating your achievement to me
Crazy, I am one of the most expensive people I charge
I'm a real gangster
And you are alive because of Christ
Mijo, you are my children and I already have 2 albums
Fuck you, motherfucker
Die for being envious
Don't fuck with the most powerful
Of the connection of things
The one who smokes a pound every two weeks
That when he is going to sing a concert the stage vibrates
See if it's clear or not, ah
They regretted my fame
To be able to sell their production
Song by song
I have shown that I have them under my shoe
And I'm talking about the pigs of...
When are they going to understand
They're like OG Black, gross
I broke the whole squad because I'm the cuckoo
Criminal is the absolute
And the threat of Master
You fucking bastard
You better run before I crush you

Hey, get situated
you know me well
Shoot and promote me
Sing and get excited
Then bear with me
Please leave
More fame and money for me
So bear with me
Hey, get situated
you know me well
Shoot and promote me
Sing and get excited
Then bear with me
Please leave
More fame and money for me
So bear with me

One more for Yankee
He is going to pay me one by one
Why don't I fuck Nicky
And they sent the body to Cuba
"El Cartel" does not sell records
And don't talk about Guatauba
Tempo blows you up, murders you and then a fili smokes
And the carbine comes to his defense
that is in ruin
But to be seen __________
Wanting to be the güira
But the paper turns
To you and your group
I step over them
It's going to happen to them like what happened to Pina's group
I am from Ponce and it does not inspire me
Fine are my rhymes
And they shine like the diamonds that I wear in the rings
Tempo is violent
My voice rhymes with AK
Uba rhymes with madness
And trash rhymes with Guata

"Few have the knowledge...
What music is...
And we have exceeded the limits...
(Hey!)
(I!)
Boster...
This is your song...
Take it, daddy..."

Hey, get situated
you know me well
Shoot and promote me
Sing and get excited
Then bear with me
Please leave
More fame and money for me
So bear with me
Hey, get situated
you know me well
Shoot and promote me
Sing and get excited
Then bear with me
Please leave
More fame and money for me
So bear with me

Excuse me, tight
I am weathering for my respect
Yes, I am a complete glass
So be still
I am the Tempo, pointing to sides
I go rhyming and searching
Get rich in smuggling
Money earning and celebrating smoking
And that in the cars and in the villages they are listening to me
With this I am taking steps
Since many did not pay attention
And now many singers
They become failures
With my ice letters
Which are colder than Alaska
You want to be like me, but you still lack
I'm going to blow you up with Baby Rasta's .40
Although later I throw it away
And I celebrated it 'e bichote' style
I call ten women
With the best necklines
I buy a bag of cripi
And I start listening to the Coyote station

"Hahaha...
Are you understanding me now?
"Do you know?"

Hey, get situated
you know me well
Shoot and promote me
Sing and get excited
Then bear with me
Please leave
More fame and money for me
So bear with me
Hey, get situated
you know me well
Shoot and promote me
Sing and get excited
Then bear with me
Please leave
More fame and money for me
So bear with me

These were the ones who were part of....
DJ Black, the real one!
You know that one!
Ecko!
Sup, pa'!
This is Buddha's Family!
Nobody can fuck with us!
Nobody!