[Frank V]
I make big money, I drive big cars
Everybody knows me, it's like ah movie star
But late one night, something just wasn't right
I was being tailed by the FBI's headlight
Put me in ah hot seat, hoping that I'd brake
They wanted to know, where's all the money that I make
Names of connections, who do I supply to
They say we ain't the kind of cops you wanna lie to
Cause game's ah bitch, you could get rich but it'll 
bite you
Cause if you tell you go to jail plus you die too
So they sent me downtown, cause I ain't with that he 
said
Ah cell with the view of the one o one freeway
Next day, I called up my lawyer 
Said they had your phone tapped, ain't got nothing for 
ya
Then he fucked around and got spiritual 
And told me to pray, cause it's gonna take ah miracle
[Mister D]
This year Halloween fell on ah weekend 
But their ain't no tricking and their ain't no treating
If this dope don't sell homeboy I ain't eating 
Trying to take what's mine foo was left blinking 
Now he ain't sinking but I don't give ah fuck
The homie made sure an ese can't be touched 
But I still pack ah piece cause some go against the 
grand 
And some of this foo's don't really know the game 
It was rat ass snitches seem to be in style
But I rap none sick, check my file
Then I've been ah gangsta since I was ah juvenile
Last time I seen that foo it was all smiles 
Then I heard the news ah collect from the inside 
Said that muthufucker flipped through the other side
Now some good homies are looking at ah gang of time 
And it's fucked up for some cause it's the end of line
[Cuete]
Tonight I can't sleep I toss and turn but I'm cuete 
baby so the yeska I burn 
Four walls just staring at ah vato
I'm always tripping so I'm never slippin in the varrio
I'm paranoid so you better keep trucha
Cause when I'm outta control, I might shoot ya
I haven't been the same since you said my name that 
night in the rain, when you crossed out my gang
Punk you want fame well click click BANG!
It would never be the same 
Some might say, take ah chill c, but fuck that shit 
I got this vatos trying to kill me 
When the gun blows, bullet whistle 
So you don't wanna fuck with, me the pistol 
Creeping triple og on ah mission 
You hit the end of the line, your coming up missing
[Conejo]
Me and cuete from los nietes went tricker treating
We kicked in the door put two in the ceiling
The connects on the floor begging for his life
Said don't kill my kids but you could have my wife
I don't want that bitch, I want the dope
I know what's coming through that tunnel want the 
squares of coke
The pounds of ice, so quick and fise 
My boys gonna smoke her so don't waste my time 
Whole family tied up as I made my way 
Out to Frank V and Mister D's so we could count this 
cake
They got their share, we split that up 
We all gonna eat, if I come up 
That's how it is, and how it's been 
The homie doing life, just called from the pen
He got ah phone in his cell, he don't need no mail 
And when the lock downs over he gon raise some hell