It's like, some of us is living to die
And some of us is dying to live
Know I'm saying, it's ah paradox
Intoxicate
There's blood on the steps in my fucken building
Anything could happen, the blanks you feeling
More killings, then you could ever imagine
I see you all the spells and magic
That's tragic, but your throat get slashed
After 30 fucken hours of your head getting bashed
That's mismo, on all this rankers
I'm surrounded by them killers and them shit been 
jackers
No actors, when the rifle pop
Ese shooter in the truck from the parking lot
Under rated, bitch I made it
Got ah life time of work that the enemy hated
Fuck talk though, let's walk the walk 
Little homie growing up at the cocaine spot
He sniffed lines, before he go to school
22 in his socks, dope sack in his shoe
We living and dying, we living and dying
But in the fucken process we just dope supplying
Cus they buying, for whatever reason
All year round through the different seasons
Is it treason, for giving our own
The poison that will kiss us it's like we're killing 
them slow
I don't know, but I got to eat
My kids need clothes, and shoe's on their feet
I'm ah nut case, got the ill mix tapes
Shut your ass up before you get the tape
Wig split you, send ah slut to trick you
Give you sweet pussy grab your arm to fix you
Scam on, that's what she is
I put her on the team cus she with the biz
Light ah cig, en mi casa
Cable paid, 60 inch la plasma
Come foul, but indeed I'm worst
It make you ask yourself who fired first
You need ah nurse, ese keep it real
The shank in your back, your gat conceal
Real G's, are in attendance
For this digital murder, I'm ah straight up menace
I'm the chemist, that put his foot on your neck
The true definition got his ass on check 
We living and dying, we living and dying
But in the fucken process we just dope supplying
Cus they buying, for whatever reason
All year round through the different seasons
Is it treason, for giving our own
The poison that will kiss us it's like we're killing 
them slow
I don't know, but I got to eat
My kids need clothes, and shoe's on their feet
What's up bandido, you back huh
That gangster wicked shit, musica asesina
El angel de la muerte, young trucos
Felony case, can't stop won't stop
Killer From The West