La Calle Sabe de Mi Nombre

Aha (aha)
Classification c
(The boss)

It was the year 2003
One day they said Huicho and the K9
Let's form a rap group and see what happens
Without having a damn clue that among the drinks that are drunk

An icon of rap was born with Guanatos as headquarters
And that's where it happened in the neighborhood of the court
Life knocked me down and I got up for the rematch
One day I lost my job, the woman, and the canton
Where were those guys to talk about this bastard
Truth is they didn't have a damn clue
What makes them think that nowadays they give me a hard time
If today my whole neighborhood is proud of me
I'll hear mom say, Luis, don't be such a liar
Like you guys who go around boasting possessions

Saying you steal, saying you sell, saying there's a lot of delinquency
But I who know you, know it's all appearance
That if it weren't for daddy, neither the car, nor the license
Nor do you support yourself, mommy buys you the cereal
Stay away from gangsta rap, keep it real
Because to enjoy you have to go through the bad times
It's like not bleeding after feeling the bullets
Like the boss
How many songs I've already written for him
I'd give anything to be able to roll a blunt with Kuiñito
It can't be done, it couldn't, and it won't be able
But I'm hitting hard so if one day I see them again

Sing a song together, pull the trigger
And tell him it's okay, mom is not alone
It's thanks to my songs that there's no lack of bread on the table
And that her son has moved thousands of heads on earth

The street knows my name (my name)
My hysteria responds to me (heeeee)
Not even with a thousand lies can a truth hide (it hides)
The street knows my name (heeeee)
It's been several years walking among the flames (the flames)
The street knows my name (heeeeee)
Not dodging the bad, it became a habit (habit)
The street knows my name (heeeee)

The boss
After that, sales dropped
Photos and autographs in the tantrum
Many concerts, trips, suitcases
Magazines and lyrics looking for connections
I'm tired of the same old story
If you don't sing about what you seem
Now if my songs have gone around
Throughout the planet moving sidewalks
I laugh, it seems like they're in a hurry
And end up like a fly stuck on the windshield
If I'm their father, let them say mass
Not a damn peso from the radio or Televisa
They'll call me a sellout if I go and sign with Sony
Even though I'm distributed by the pirates of San Johnny
Since my beginning
The pirates know the process
And I also buy those 10-peso discs

The original is bought by whoever has money for that
And I think, I'm not going to die for that
Let them listen to my music, that's what counts
After all, when I die, I won't take the count with me
Not the .40, not 100, not 50
But make sure my children no longer pay rent
Keep in mind my rap is what I want
I never came here for fans or fame
You say I sold out? You're wrong
Because it was my CDs that are already sold out
Let's say I found what I had been looking for
A job that helps my family take bites
Call the lawyer, I've been sued again
All those traces of first-degree murder
Total in the courts, I'm in deep trouble
Apologize and leave, your game is over

The street knows my name (my name, aha)
My hysteria responds to me (heeeee, you know)
Not even with a thousand lies can a truth hide (it hides, you)
The street knows my name (heeeee, long ago)
It's been several years walking among the flames (the flames, aha)
The street knows my name (heeeeee)
Not dodging the bad, it became a habit (habit, listen listen)
The street knows my name (heeeee)
The boss
Mastered trax, let them note another

Hey Maxxo, let them note another
It's El Perro C
Classification C Kan

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