[Chorus x2]

I roll slow through my city and Norwalk be the spot

Where Lil Cuete kicks it, drinking, smoking pot

Strolling through the One-Ways, the fun ways where I stay

And if you got some pleto homeboy bring it my way


[Verse 1]

I'm nothing but the real thing and to me you ain't nothing

So step up to me ese so I can show you something

You know I'm always packing; I'm everything you're lacking

And somebody like you, can't handle someone like me

I'm never taken lightly

And if you think I'm bluffing come and try me

And you'll see I'm just like my click

I'm getting crazy, amazing to be this fucking sick

A lot of down ass vatos but your the one I picked

To me you're just a bitch, a stupid ass lame

Not even from a gang, just trying to claim the fame

I'll tell you one more time, its Norwalk what I bang

We're all sick in the mente, crazy insane


[Chorus]


[Verse 2]

I'm downing fools that shit talk

I represent the sick box

I'm wrapping fools in zip blocks

He had nothing but sick thoughts

Money filled in big pots

We're never using eye drops

Never will our high stop

Never will our high stop

Bitches late at night tripping off the cloud of pipes

Starting a gun-fight with another rival

Shooting 'em down with a rifle

The number One Gun is me

Remember when you change the Q in to C

But fuck the C I'll cross it out

Right before I take you out

I'm taking a trip to the beach

And I'm throwing him off the at pier

Fear when I'm near, no one will hear

When I'm throwing him under

Fool, it's the one whenever you think that I'm leaving

I'm leaving you bleeding

The Demon deceive 'em whenever I'm coming ahead

Shooting them all until their dead, until their dead


[Chorus x2]


Yeah...Little Peter Cuete

If anybody got offended by this motherfucking album

I just got one thing to say to you..

FUCK YOU!! Huh... little gun and I'm out