(feat. Lil' Rob)



Leva, leva, leva, leva

Leva, leva, leva, leva



[Triple C]

You better run for cover motherfuckers and think of something fast

Before you end up just another bitch who couldn't last

Ain't no game to be played unless you ready for some combat

It's 1998 and all these jealous got me straped

Sleeping with my eyes open, quick to draw my gun

Got me hoping and praying, that I don't end up the next one

Don't make me unleash a couple of rounds, shoot some down

Didn't you know this little motherfucker ain't afraid to unload

Dumping shells all over the street, steady serving heat

Til I'm the only soldier still standing on my feet

I'm really trying to make this situation very clear

Ain't a man alive, on this earth, that I fear

Now we can handle this confrontation, any way you want

Just as long you don't act like a bitch, or a cunt

I must admit that some try look at me no respect

For those who've lay it, so hold on tight, to your life

Cuz we just might have to take it

Locked and loaded fully automatic, just in case

Finger on the trigger, spitting hollow points all over the place

Ready to rumble, got a gang of ammunition, prepare to retaliate any competition



[Chorus: Triple C (Lil' Rob)]

Leva, leva, leva, leva

(Leva take a bullet in the eye)

Leva, leva your gonna die

(From the 8-0-5 to the 6-1-9)

Leva, leva, leva, leva

(Go for your's, I'm gonna go for mine)

Leva, leva your gonna die

(Cappin' the fools who makin' waste of time)



[Triple C]

A rough motherfucker from '75

A down ass Mexican, I'm still alive

Corazon in the heart is still motherfucker

Flowing on the mic, and no big deal, because I'm down for mine

I'll rob a puto blind, take his life holmes, I don't waste time

He won't have the time to drop a dime on me the A-R-T the motherfucking T

Another mission so I'm on the run

I'm not God, but I had to take your life with a gun

Killing motherfuckers just ain't no thang

If I ain't gonna do it, he's gonna die anyway

From a gang-bang, or a drug thang, swept of his feet, from a coke slang

Who of my partners gonna die next

Either torcher'd in Hell, or sent to Heaven to rest



[Chorus]



[Lil' Rob]

Lil' Rob coming back to haunt ya

What you got to say about what you did to me

You gotta be kidding me, bullshitting me

I can give a fuck about your vida

You better believe you'll meet the nine millimeter

So be a, walking dead man until I arrive

Caps stinging your ass like you were playing with a bee hive

Look behind you, what you find

My mind's on your murder and your murder's on my mind

All the time I try to think about something else

But I see the murdering you

What kind of motherfucking self

And I don't think it's time for me to go quite yet

When it's time for me go, I won't go quiet

Sounding like the 4th of July, when I die

Or maybe a World War II, as I drop the fucking bombs on you

But what the fuck you gonna do? Lil' Rob be the fucking baddest

Mexicano born with the baddest, leaving you levas in a casket



[Chorus x2]



Leva, leva, leva, leva

Leva, leva, leva, leva