We lost ah gang brother to them evil streets
That's full of deceits so we come for his mother
It should'v been some other but it had to be
Gonna miss you little homie may you RIP
I met up with the soldiers came to ah conclusion
G's on the table for some retribution
Ah solution, it's an eye for an eye
Enemigas gotta die on thee other side
We bought crates, of fucking guns
But now it's time to meet, Satan's son
That's ah metaphor, catching felony cases
The plan to execute, was to hit out their bases
Ah cycle, that keep on going 
And everybody knowing, that C Rock flowing
Bout to get down, in the trenches 
Law enforcement and attendence 
Waiting for my entrance
When the was began, you could trust no man
And falling's of pigs do you understand
Cus all bitches rattle, they got them fans
But we had to put in work when the war began
When the war began, you could say it was wild
I grew up in this shit, as ah fatherless child
When the war began, all my friends got bail
Along side the adversary in the state cemetery
It's time to strengthen ese this future we in
A lot of feds coming home from doing time in the pen
But there's ah guerra, that we must attend to
Invade my jurisdiction and we coming to get you
Cus from the promise, I embrace la muerte
Been to casacuerto, la santa muerte
So convierte, into ah form of survival
So everyday other gang, looked upon his arrival
You in denial, 30 rounds could wreck you
If you don't move fast, there bound to take you
Te yeva, to where there's no return 
So if you don't watch your back that's of no concern
Cus bullets burn, ese como un infierno
And then you get cold ese como el invierno
That's how it was, and how it is today
Now I'ma sit back and let the Uzi spray
When the was began, you could trust no man
And fallings of pigs do you understand
Cus all bitches rattle, they got them fans
But we had to put in work when the war began
When the war began, you could say it was wild
I grew up in this shit, as ah fatherless child
When the war began, all my friends got bail
Along side the adversary in the state cemetery
Foo's hating on my verses, I can't explain it
But maybe it's because of the pictures I painted
They ain't acquainted, with the calles like me
They ain't never never caught ese quite like me
Now I'm getting, they wanna be g rabbs
Smoke weed crack house methamphetamine labs
Man, that's just too bad
Cus I've been right here since the war began