Me Persiguen (part. Tito “El Bambino” y Ñengo Flow)

I'm the thug, the one everyone’s chasing
Many want me dead, few are the ones who survive
If you want me dead, come here, find my body
You only get one shot to make it to my burial

30-round clips and 20-gauge shotguns
In the legendary world like Roberto Clemente
Right behind you, the agents are on my tail
I’m not a doctor but I’m gonna treat another patient
Tito El Bambino, the Boss!

Baby, this is all real, it’s impossible for me to lose
This isn’t a dream, man, I planned it in the cell
The case is mine, fuck the housing authority
And just so you know, it looks like a mall with all these stores
Baby, this is all real, it’s impossible for me to lose
This isn’t a dream, man, I planned it in the cell
The case is mine, fuck the housing authority
And just so you know, it looks like a mall with all these stores

Impossible to lose, everyone with me is gonna rise
The damn street knows the powerful have arrived
If we pull out the gun, you won’t move again
It’s gonna drop, you’ll catch more than five hundred shots
And all the kiosks keep producing
And now I’m moving it more than wholesale
They tried to take me down, one by one they’re dying
You’ll have to deal with my empire continuing to grow (motherfucker)
Real G4 Life, baby (forever)
True smuggling (H)
Through the Caribbean coasts (yeah)
(On a speedboat, haha)
(Going down and up)
Anyone who doesn’t want to respect, we’re gonna fuck them up
You’ll wake up chopped up floating in the open sea
The rifles are gonna go off, your body’s gonna bleed out
Clear the runway, the plane’s gonna land

30-round clips and 20-gauge shotguns
In the legendary world like Roberto Clemente
Right behind you, the agents are on my tail
I’m not a doctor but I’m gonna treat another patient

Baby, this is all real, it’s impossible for me to lose
This isn’t a dream, man, I planned it in the cell
The case is mine, fuck the housing authority
And just so you know, it looks like a mall with all these stores

I came back with a Blackout three hundred, and these London vans
Balmain, Dior, no Gucci out of bad habit
You’ll be left in the day when this gun lights you up
When it comes to real ones, they have to say my name
These people aren’t real, they move with the masses
On my wrist, I got fire and the toys on the terrace
They call us The Threat, we own all the blocks
When we see you face to face, we’ll see what happens
I’m hunting with El Chivo and El 66
We’re gonna blow your head off like a sensei
I loaded the kilos under the jockey, we’re on payday
And always strapped with the 23, MJ
All these blocks are mine, a shot to the bumper
The cars come in bulk and the kilos in boats
Let the fifth wheel show so I can give you a whack
On the rubble, make a cross with the Blackout priest, yeah (wuh!)
(Hanzel la H, The One with the White Eyes)

I'm the thug, the one everyone’s chasing
Many want me dead, few are the ones who survive
If you want me dead, come here, find my body
You only get one shot to make it to my burial

Wuh!
Elegidos Records
If it’s with Doble, it’s millions by law
Hanzel la H
The One with the White Eyes
Yo, tell me, Chivo
Real G4 Life, baby
Yo, tell me, Boss
Tito El Bambino, the Boss!
Eternal Music
Yo, tell me, Orien
ArKey-O
Loyalty forever, like Kobe with the Lakers
The Society of Money
Yo, tell me, Pa
ACOZ
Mueka El Cerebro
What these motherfuckers are missing