(Juan Gotti talking) What's some matter wit'chu? You think I'm f**ing crazy? (2x) Vivir por la Raza (Juan Gotti) Padre Nuestro Homeboy, get your head right No Te Muevas Tumba Puertas por libras de Hierbas En la Selva, what'chu call the Jungle Is my struggle to hustle con muscle Get my change right, cause grin ain't no punk fool I'm strap with the Mack, and I packin el Gap fool Only bang screw Cause I'm raised de Houston I'm the top gun the pop one and drop one Padre Nuestro que estas en los Cielos Please show love to my brothers and perros Trapped in ghettos vivendo su vida Everyone praise para salirte un dia Sangre fria cold mother f**er From the gutter, a mugger and gunner Straight Disaster, Yo Jale no pasa Y'all boys know yall can't f** with my Raza (Ronnie Spencer) Fear no Evil (Fear no Evil) My people (amigo) They don't understand (won't chu tell me) My people (amigo) Orasiones, palabras de pobres Pa pelones and sobres de entonces No te nojes venimos de montes Serving coke es moviendo estos jales Quarter Keys, Japanese on the market Please mi padre me cuidas mi madre Se conpadre matando no vale I'm the Pothead so drop dead con hambre No me siente, that's cool you don't feel me Soy Hispano that's down for his family Acting badly with pain in my Cora That's my right to find change in your Bolsa f** a chota, I still gotta eat fool Right or wrong if your brown they gonna get chu No me aguito chunk duce in your sobres It's my pain, it's my life, mis Dolores (Chorus) (South Park Mexican) Tengo Hambre igual que el Tigre Say Juan Gotti let em know quien sigue Todos firmen no se que decir te But your b**h on my nuts like some chicle On the streets selling diamonds and nicles Stay strapped homeboy no te aguites Quick reflex S to the P Mex Make you hoes extinct like the T-Rex I'm an nimal gun packing Illegal Con Corona y Limon pero sin sal La La Na Na Na Na Na Don't trip asi se va I'm high I can't explain I'm standing in the rain This song was made from pain So here we go again (Chorus)