Yeah I'm In A 63
Bouncin' To A Beat
Los Angeles County
Where The Gangstas Meet
Shady Boys My Plaquiaso
The Way That I Creep
I'll Either End Up In Prison
Or End Up Six Feet Deep
Eleven Five Fiffty Of That Methamphetamine
Enemigas Let' Em In
Bullet Shells Hit The Scene
This Is Six Letter Dogg
The Mutha Fuckin F
Still Gon Bang That Shit
With The Ink On My Flesh
This Be Monte Killa Cali
Moor Park All Day
Trying To Catch Me
You Ain't Creepin
Cause I Grip An AK
You Heard The Shots
When They Rang
Monte Flores Be The Gang
Eyes Low Rims Slow
Do You Really Wanna Bang
It's The Wicked Wicked West
Ese, That's My Q
Ain't My First Time On The Block
I Know Exactly What To Do
Death Before Dishonor
I Don't Know About Defeat
Six Letter On My Dome
Charlie Row Runs The Streets
See The Homies And The Streets
Are Calling I
Got A City They Think I'm Balling I'm
Trying to Live My Life
Like My Last Day
And The Streets Keep Calling My Name
Even Though We Try And Hustle
Don't Think That We Didn't Have To Struggle
So Pay Attention To The Words I Say
Cuz This Could Be My Last Day
Gang Life Murder Rights
In That Boyle Heights
Killing Spree We Just Bleed
Just To Earn Them Stripes
Tattoos Bunch Of Skulls
With The Violent Crimes
Inked Up In The Skin
Aztec Mexicans
Iced Dimmed
Comprehended
Could Be Life In The Pin
Flat's Life Be My Life
To my wretched Sin
I'll Lose My Soul
For The Row And My Varrio
Like C.G. Says That On Serio
Im a gang member ese
I Be Putting it Down
In The City Of El Monte Flores
Just Stoppin Grounds
All The Homies Givvin pressure
Making Ashes Street Wires
Don't Criticize This gangster
Just For Livin His Life
Surving On The Streets
It Ain't No Joke
Everyday You Hear About
Another Vato Gettin Smoked
Funerals Comming faster
Than holidays
Prayers From our jefas
Hoping that we Live Another Day
See The Homies And The Streets
Are Calling I
Got A City They Think I'm Balling I'm
Trying to Live My Life
Like My Last Day
And The Streets Keep Calling My Name
Even Though We Try And Hustle
Don't Think That We Didn't Have To Struggle
So Pay Attention To Words I Say
Cuz This Could Be My Last Day
Damn Perro MotherFuckin
Streets Are Hectic Ese
MotherFuckers Dying Everyday
Homie
That's Right
It's Dedicated To All
The Riders Out There
Homeboy
(That's Right Charlie Row Campo)
In The City Of The Dub
And We Show No Mercy
Ese Times Running Out
And The Streets Don' Curse Me
Yet Another Brown struggle
In A Life So Puzzled
Cheap poor, welfare
So We Force To Hustle
Tattoos On My Dome
Ain't No Place Like Home
Serving Peras In The Varrio
It's That Danger Zone
Criminal Tactics
We Blasted
The Last Man Standing
You Can Ask
My Perro Twitts
While We drove away laughing
Off The Ranfla Homeboy
Like An Aztec Play
To The Pistol Barrel
Smoking
Loco What Can I Say
I Try To Do
What's Right
But The Streets Is Calling
Got A CD Out And
Now They Think I'm Balling
But The Truth
Of The Matter
Is That Am
Driving With My Killa
They Try Me To Kill a
Neighborhood Brain Spilla
Ain't No Studio In Mind
If You Think So
Test Me
You Ain't Even Impressing
Yet Them Locos Is Flexing
See The Homies And The Streets
Are Calling I
Got A City They Think I'm Balling I'm
Trying to Live My Life
Like My Last Day
And The Streets Keep My Calling My Name
Even Though We Try And Hustle
Don't Think That We Didn't Have To Struggle
So Pay Attention To Words I Say
Cause This Could Be My Last Day