(feat. Mr. Sancho)



[Royal T: Talkin]

Ay homies, we can't forget about the real Mr. Sancho

Ay Sancho, drop that shit homie



[Mr. Sancho]

15 in the clip and 1 in the chamber

playa haters out to apress my anger

talkin that shit, pick it up as a problem

Fuck wit this pelon y end up in a sorrow

people wanna play every day when i say

What do they see haters on the microphone

Bring it on so I can get my silence on

Now catch my lyrical hit list

Come through wit my physical fitness

What do you to the vato that sickness

It's a battle of the rapper who's quickest

It's Stilo once again down to say mothafuckas it's about to being

my music goes out to the end to the end

Low Profile 

Comin at you wit the sickness

Comin at you wit my lyircal quickness

End up on my hit list

And realize it's a battle of the fitest

I end up top so you know I'm gonna drop

And the party never stops in Diego

Rippin em up like playdo

Introducin my brand new lable

Haters better stay low cause fatal

Lyricaly, but I'm still down physicaly



[Royal T: Talkin]

Come on fool, beats over

Damn fool you be gettin carried away

What are you tryin to prove

Familia Records ain't shit

Damn