Qué Esta Pasando

What's happening?
It's heard on the radios
They're following us, seems like they're the opposition
Several trucks, but we're not backing down
My buddy and I are here, but we're packing heat
I loaded an extended magazine into the horn

I said a prayer and almost snorted a gram
Looked in the mirror and saw them getting closer
They shot several bullets, but none hit
At that moment, honestly, it made me laugh, I knew it wasn't a drill

I popped out the sunroof shooting like crazy
The horn rattled and they hit the glass
I took one down, just four more to go
We hit the dirt and that's where we messed up

My buddy, crazy as hell, couldn't control the car
And in a little ditch is where we crashed
Bullets were flying, my smile disappeared
And then my life slipped away

And since 6-2-5
Straight up Calle 24, old man

I kept fighting, but they got the jump on me
Had my bulletproof vest on, but they pierced it
When I opened the door to get out of the car
My blood amidst the lead, but I kept going

Now, in heaven, I ask for forgiveness for my actions
I'm leaving this life, but they won't get away unscathed
So much adrenaline, I couldn't even feel the hits
Feeling like Tony Montana, for the ride he's given me

Before I knew it, my arms wouldn't respond
I fell to the ground weak, honestly, I was crying
Resting my body now lying down, off to hell we go