[Chorus: Kre8tor/Shifty]
You better watch yourself, better get some help
Go ahead call the homies if you have to
You better keep on the low, cause guns is ready to go
Won't be nowhere to go once we catch you
You better watch yourself, better get some help
Go ahead call the homies if you have to
You better keep on the low, cause guns is ready to go
Won't be nowhere to go once we catch you
[Verse 1: Lil Cuete]
Still walk alone and get my chips
Still load my clips with hollow clips
I'll take you out and take your bitch
And I got flows to get me rich
I got bank to make 'em hate
Still ridin' in that candy paint
So when you see me on the block
Just know I keep that pistol cocked
You can't even hang with this
Cause when I shoot, I never miss (never miss)
Keep my hand stuck to my heat
Just in case they try to creep
This crazy life when on the street
Hand shake quick if you claim you're weak
Ese Cuete, I'm insane, putting it down for that Norwalk gang
[Chorus: Kre8tor/Shifty]
You better watch yourself, better get some help
Go ahead call the homies if you have to
You better keep on the low, cause guns is ready to go
Won't be nowhere to go once we catch you
You better watch yourself, better get some help
Go ahead call the homies if you have to
You better keep on the low, cause guns is ready to go
Won't be nowhere to go once we catch you
[Verse 2: Dinero]
Better be quicker with the heat that I bring
Give me a quarter and I'm down to slang
See me on Monte, yeah that's my domain
Serve up double ups so the fiends can't complain
Learn to watch yourself back cause I move swift
Tec-9 with an extra clip, good kid lace about a bitch
So why should I be this stressed and shit
I hear you busters talking loud
I'm cocking back while you run yo mouth
I spray 'em all down and then I'm out
While my brain say, get mixed in with the crowd
It's Dinero, the homies stay tucked with fileros
Lil Cuete, Trippalot, burying all in the suelo (watch yourself muthafucka)
[Chorus: Kre8tor/Shifty]
You better watch yourself, better get some help
Go ahead call the homies if you have to
You better keep on the low, cause guns is ready to go
Won't be nowhere to go once we catch you
You better watch yourself, better get some help
Go ahead call the homies if you have to
You better keep on the low, cause guns is ready to go
Won't be nowhere to go once we catch you
[Verse 3: Mr. Trippalot]
Ten cuidado no te acerques, te entierro pa que no apestes
Ese smashing through my bloques, best believe it comes costly
Leaving 'em with none, leaving 'em to run
No prints on the gun, I'm a keep rollin' ese
You don't fucking want none
Trucha with the flashes, bodies in a casket
Looking both ways, wonder if I should blasted
The bad to the good, leave 'em bleeding in the hood
You don't see my [?] to bring hell to heat
And bring hell to speak
Como la vez camaradas? Ahí le va otra vez
Truenen sus cuetes, bang your set
And if you ratas talk shit, I'm a drop 'em quick
[?] enough to say, load an AK all the way in LA
You know where I'm from, murder ones in the sun
[Chorus: Kre8tor/Shifty]
You better watch yourself, better get some help
Go ahead call the homies if you have to
You better keep on the low, cause guns is ready to go
Won't be nowhere to go once we catch you
You better watch yourself, better get some help
Go ahead call the homies if you have to
You better keep on the low, cause guns is ready to go
Won't be nowhere to go once we catch you
[Outro: Lil Cuete]
Yeah that's right, it's your crazy homeboy Lil Cuete
Right here with the homeboy Mr. Trippalot, along with the homeboy Dinero
Keep trucha, keep that pistol cocked ese