the end of the war between Elo and Ric, hope it comes back someday or we might be witnessing the beginning of the end of the Hispanic Lounge wars
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Elo's click
Dressing up trying to be us
How the *** they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it
Oh yah Elo
You wanna fuck with us
You Little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You're fucking with me, brownie?
You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from the Latino Lagana that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
We're gonna kill all you mother ***ers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Elo.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion
Well this is how we gonna' do this:
*** Ruja 480,
*** Rab,
*** Elo's whole fam as a staff, record label, and as a mother ***ng crew.
And if you want to be down with Elo
Then fuck you too.
All you mother fuckers,
fuck you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers,
*** you, die slow motherfucker.
My four four (.44 magnum) make sure all your kids don't grow.
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us.
We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but killers
And the real niggas, all you mothe[B]r***ers feel us.
Our **** goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
*** 'em.
We ****** ***git killers.
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Elo's click
Dressing up trying to be us
How the *** they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it
Oh yah Elo
You wanna fuck with us
You Little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You're fucking with me, brownie?
You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from the Latino Lagana that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
We're gonna kill all you mother ***ers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Elo.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion
Well this is how we gonna' do this:
*** Ruja 480,
*** Rab,
*** Elo's whole fam as a staff, record label, and as a mother ***ng crew.
And if you want to be down with Elo
Then fuck you too.
All you mother fuckers,
fuck you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers,
*** you, die slow motherfucker.
My four four (.44 magnum) make sure all your kids don't grow.
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us.
We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but killers
And the real niggas, all you mothe[B]r***ers feel us.
Our **** goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
*** 'em.
We ****** ***git killers.
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