De Los Giles Me Encargo Yo

Tell me, tell me, tell me you’re not dry
These fools like their short tables, what a joke
I don’t care if they don’t respect me
If you give me a game, I’ll break their face
Better watch out so they don’t get involved
I’m hitting my goals
My rhymes fly like a comet
Let’s see who dares to challenge me
The fools always follow the same old script
Let this rhythm rise
For the fools, this beat is wild
Lyrics straight from the streets, raw
My little dude always parties at night
We keep it humble
In the streets, we stand tall
Always with our heads held high
No matter what, we keep it real

God, protect me from my friends
'Cause I can handle my enemies
God, protect me from my friends
'Cause I can handle my enemies

Here comes the one who jumps
But this one’s missing something
Got a lot of stories
But when it’s time to throw down
They back off and get discarded
Lady, move aside, she’s crying over the cards
Better a known enemy
Than friends you haven’t met
I’m always surprised
They say they’ll stick around, then let you fall
There are situations, there are betrayals
Then the same fools act all innocent
Tired of hearing the same old sermons
If it gets tough, this one just bails
They’re worried that the kid will sing
And the content of the lyrics won’t hold up
They call me a clown
But I bring down the curtain
But tell Alpone
That the streets compose

God, protect me from my friends
'Cause I can handle my enemies
God, protect me from my friends
'Cause I can handle my enemies

Me.