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At night I hear voices
Whispering in my ear: José
Watch out for your friend, 'cause he knows you
He might turn on you for betrayal
So go get him before midnight
Voices whispering in my ear: José
Watch out for your friend, 'cause he knows you
He might turn on you for betrayal
So go get him before midnight

Go ahead, pops, the radios say
The guys are ready, just pray to God
That you’re not home, 'cause a few are on their way
And it ain't their first job, like Eladio says
Nephew, the pot's empty like a cake without frosting
Serrano, leave nothing behind, not even a paper
Out there’s the law, but they’re rolling with us
Turn it up to the max, let 'em know who they’re messing with
It’s them or us, and we ain't the same
No time for betrayal, or snitches or shapeshifters
So, dude, don’t compare yourself
You’re from here, but we ain't the same
I can imagine how they feel, but tough luck
Trying to hit me and failing, ha, what a joke
Now it’s my turn, I’m the real deal
And if they really want to start something, I’m right here waiting

At night I hear voices
Whispering in my ear: José
Watch out for your friend, 'cause he knows you
He might turn on you for betrayal
So go get him before midnight
Voices whispering in my ear: José
Watch out for your friend, 'cause he knows you
He might turn on you for betrayal
So go get him before midnight

And you never really know who you’re greeting on the right
I don’t tell my brain what my heart suspects
I don’t count the cash unless I’ve got it made
And my hair’s long, but my fuse is short
My people don’t care who you say you know
'Cause if you disrespect, they’ll quickly forget you
Radios on frequency so the voices stay quiet
And with their faces covered, they won’t be recognized
They don’t roll out without skill and goodbyes
The kids from here are born without fear of dying
In the end, the gang from my hood will take care of it
Dad, my kids won’t see me in jail
Eah, I’m ready for the fight
No matter how tough you think you are, sit down when you pee
Eah, just look at this loser trying to rap
Flow and rhymes so weak, it’s a fact, you can’t handle it

Maxo
They need more
Let them write us another, it’s the badass Mastered Trax
Is back
Cha-cha-chau

At night I hear voices (you know what they say?)
Whispering in my ear: José (they’re coming)
Watch out for your friend, 'cause he knows you (and I’ll be old waiting for them)
He might turn on you for betrayal
So go get him before midnight