Vas A Morir Feat. Getto y Gastan

When you get this message, call me
I'm on my way to the studio
I'm really pissed
All these people who said they were going to be on my album
At the last minute, they backed out
They left me stranded
They are all wrong
Is it forgotten that I don't have to sleep with anyone?
I am The Stallion!
And I got mine by the sweat of my brow
But don't worry, man, on this record are those who are there
Those who are not aren't needed
Well, call me back
What a bunch of fuckers! They can suck my dick, man!

You are going to die (welcome to everyone)
To the street, to the mud, to fight tooth and nail
To fight like a champion for a belt
What a bastard, what a bastard

Here we battle for money and let the poor live
And let whoever hates me hate me
That's why now, with these lyrics
My heart is racing, they call me The Bitch

I am The Bitch herself
And those who camp in my area react
They don't want me to open my mouth
I don't fuck with anyone
My words are made of lead
And I knock them down, and I laugh them out

I'm in the company of a gangster who has a special affection for me
I am his art, his hand is lucky
I come loaded, accompanied by an escort
My loving homies call me their shorty

As God protects us from enemies
We've been together so long
He is a big shot who demands his respect
I do my work because I'm made of iron

May God be with you (may God be with you)
May luck be with you (may luck be with you)
I have a mouthful of lead (brra!)
And I bring on your death (come on!)

May God be with you (may God be with you)
May luck be with you (may luck be with you)
I have a mouthful of lead (brra!)
And I bring on your death (come on!)

Well, since the street is evil
And no one is bulletproof
I walk with a shorty, a thirty-caliber
Pointing at your face, it's up to you
If Gastam shoots, nobody stops me
I care more for you than for myself, friend

You don't get anything by throwing hate
Because in a bad way, you force my Glock to shoot bullets
I make my entrance to the street scene
Releasing a little bit of lead

Putting them in with enthusiasm, don't experiment
Feeling that they put you hot, don't experiment
Feel the fury of my people
Gastam doesn't lie
Many throw me hate, they regret it
Silly fool

(You're going to die) don't get it twisted, because I'm from the south
If my cats hit you with rifles and loaded AKs
They don't care, they'll put you in a trunk
(Who the fuck is you?) i am Gastam of the south side

(You're going to die) i'm going all-out, and I spit lead
I'll hit anyone, I don't forgive
I am valued among the most expensive
And if I shoot, of course you're going to die

If an enemy never forgives
Put him first and tell him: You're going to die
If they've become involved with the heated group
What a mess (you're going to die)

Getto and Gastam, with The Bitch
If they make a mistake, it's war, and I tell you: You're going to die
Be still, son
You know that with us you are going to die

May God be with you (may God be with you)
May luck be with you (may luck be with you)
I have a mouthful of lead (brra!)
And I bring on your death (come on!)

May God be with you (may God be with you)
May luck be with you (may luck be with you)
I have a mouthful of lead (brra!)
And I bring on your death (come on!)

Come on, do it, Ivy!
Come on, come on!
Let's go there, mommy
The Bitch, Getto and Gastan (you're going to die)
You know that they can't with us
Hey, giving life to reality

Hello? Ivy, this is Buddha speaking
I'm leaving the federal lockup right now
Mami, you know I'm a real gangster
That I live and walk with a pistol
I bring death to anyone and I walk with God
So mommy, this is your year
And the one that didn't feature on your album
They can suck it, mommy!

(You are going to die)
(Buddhas Family!)