Yeah dog i ain't lying man 

One shot..uh 

Sometimes it's all you get though man 

One shot..uh..yeah 



[Chorus] 

You only have one shot its fatal 

All your chips on the table 

A baby boy in the cradle 

We'll keep you well enable 

Keep your family stable 

Stay up and stay the fuck out of jail 

??? 

On your on label 

Kick back and smoke 

Nothin but the KO 

World famous, business on pay roll 

Pimped out we just lay low 



[Verse 1] 

When i was young i did pay no 

I never listen to no say so 

I always bubble my centino 

Always keep it on the serio 

Crazy ass vato 

Spittin' nothin but veneno 

On a whole nother level ya mero 

Where it's a brown badboy in romero 

It's a whole nother hueco I'm dealin' with 

Gotta home in the ghetto where I'm livin' in 

If it's on then it's on 

Remember me taking out you suckas 

Especially if it's the enemy 

If you catch me on my worst day 

You'll be needing first-aid 

Three days later your lookin' ? 

Close casket in the valley of assassins 

When your quick to catch your last kiss 

Get a hit with a desas i got this rap shit mastered 

Same book new chapter 

Bring out the ghetto bastas to sign on 

With the Latin rap icon 

It's my turn so high my eyes burn 

Urnin for what I'm earnin' 

I rip it to god's ? 



[Chorus]



[Verse 2] 

Look at the gangsta bitch 

My gangsta ride my gangsta rag 

My gangsta night my gangsta life 

A G model 

Holdin' the microphone like a bottle 

With only a minute until tomorrow 

? guns rapping' to the kick in the drum 

Bangin' with the click to tha one 

Grease, slugs, hoes, scrubs, shows, clubs, drinks, and drugs 

Riding' like a ? in the bloods 

I put my bud in the buck 

I took a blood to the dome 

With my mind on my money 

And my hands on my phone alone 

Ridin'i'm gone you know I'm drunk and I'm blown 

Bitch i shit on your motherfucking song 

You gettin' me wrong 

I'm to grown for gangs cadge 

And AK with ? 

Eating heavy like every day 

Best be ready to play 

Spray, ready da rage 

Stained bullets on ? 

So what cha gotta say? 



[Chorus]



Hey no eyes closed allowed on the Eastside 

G's rides on 24/7 

And G rides gonna bubble to ghetto vest 

You never know 

Tech 9's to the chest watch bullets blow 

I roll with the 40 holdin' and rollin' another one 

In the lowered impala 

Gun shots to follow 

Hallow tips and bottles 

See arrest to get wet we smoke out 

On them bouncin' on half an ounce 

And bangin' on them 

Affiliated with the shaved heads 

We spray led 

You better offer is trying to play dead 

Or brained dead 

All you vatos that wanna be rappers 

I'm laughing at chu you 

Like your callin' your shots 

Your block is talkin' bad about chu 

Talkin shit but you down and you AIN'T BROWN! 

You ain't even fuckin' with my town 

Bustin' out with the los on the Glock 

You catch him one shot 

Down fuck up and get dropped 



[Chorse x2]



Yeaaaaahhhh 

Come on 

Pi...pimp out and just lay low 

Haha 

Celeb 2000 

Hehehaha 

That was then, this is now 

Part 2