Lyrics
I stay-strapped for pay-back, I only state facts/
Lay a, cat on his ass and put him, flat on his back/
These bullet’s burn through ya flesh, and put a hole in ya chest/
I got, them hollow tips- to lay your body to rest/
Now I'm, blessed by the lord to represent for the poor
go ahead and bring war, my people crossing the shore
From Cuba down to Colombia, Brazil to Nicaragua
Havana to Medellin, from Rio down to Managua
It, don’t matter where we from, Latino’s we all the same
red flags covered our countries, we all suffered the pain
We Brought over cocaine, and came across the border
Stop blamin the CIA, it was us who brought it over
we sold it to the blacks, who sold it to the whites
we brought it over pure, so, cut that shit right
not that, garbage you selling, more baking soda than coke
nigga your shit is trash air covered in pistol smoke
I know, you cant stand me, got blow, stuffed in my jammy
no, matter the weather, it always snow in Miami
you think, I’m scared of you, cause you, carry a gun
I survived the communists, so you, I kill for fun
I stay strapped for pay back, I only state facts/
Lay a, cat on his ass and put him, flat on his back/
These bullet’s burn through ya flesh, and put a hole in ya chest/
I got, them hollow tips- to put your body to rest/
I stay strapped for pay back, I only state facts/
Lay a, cat on his ass and put him, flat on his back/
These bullet’s burn through ya flesh, and put a hole in ya chest/
I got, them hollow tips- to put your body to rest/
I Ain’t from no ghetto i stay, reppin' my country
A 3rd world nation, my people starve and go hungry
My village ravaged by war, fight-and dying for dirty water
nigga's think that its cool when villains turn into martyrs
fuck, el che Guevara keep wearing him on a shirt
That’s a good enough reason to bury you in the dirt
Ortega getting shot down, Chavez getting shot down
Castro getting shot down, El Che getting shot down
his message might have been pure but he welcomed another asshole
a puppet to the Fidel, he opened the door for Castro
The Innocent shot to death my people suffered the same
Sandinista or Hussein, I still feel your pain
when ever you speak a breath, have an accent saying my name
i represent for Miami, so fuck whatever you claim
Regardless of what you think, nigga you ain’t shit
your wig getting split by a cold hearted spic
I stay strapped for pay back, I only state facts/
Lay a, cat on his ass and put him, flat on his back/
These bullet’s burn through ya flesh, and put a hole in ya chest/
I got, them hollow tips- to put your body to rest/
I stay strapped for pay back, I only state facts/
Lay a, cat on his ass and put him, flat on his back/
These bullet’s burn through ya flesh, and put a hole in ya chest/
I got, them hollow tips- to put your body to rest/
I'm A Modern Day Guerilla with the instincts of a killer
a supporter of the contra, a sandinista blood spiller
Lets go, a lil deep,age of 5 my mother died
17 years later, i still cry almost every night
You wanna, talk about pain, mothafucka you cant compare
I wanna release some anger, just give me a wrong stare
go ahead, show me grills, ill pop you right in yo mouth
reach down in your throat and snatch them shits out
now what good is a vest if I’m aiming right at your head
leave your ass laying dead after filling your brain with lead
Pussy nigga you heard correct, aint no stutter up in my rap
With every step forward, my people they take 2 back
don’t, make the mistake, that I’m soft just cause i rhyme
please don’t Lose your life, ill blow your mind out with the nine
Time to, move with the times, hustlers get on your grind
oh you gonna get yours , cause chico i fight for mine
