B-Real - La Conecta (Pt. 2) lyrics

"Don't come back a**hole! We're gonna miss you!" "f** you, motherf**er I ain't never comin' back to this place." "Ey, holmes, it's good to see you, holmes I haven't seen you in a long time, hahaha." You're looking good, man!" "Thanks, holmes." "Did you get that information I asked you for?" "Yeah, yeah, sure, sure, I got everything, holmes 7:30 tonight." "Joaquin, what time is it?" [Verse 1: Sick Jacken] It's seven and a half sharp this things about to start My whole crew's being torn apart By a spark of the greed cause everybody needs And if you're in the way, they spray, you bleed The bad breed, punks like Sonny with dreams of running The whole show trippin' off, controllin' money [Verse 2: B-Real] It's close to the time all my soldiers are in line It's my motherf**in' time to shine All my soldiers are outside, waitin' for my sign Big roller, hostile take over I won't hesitate to blow his f**in' old a** and be mero mero You can't teach an old perro new tricks So when I give you the signal, take 'em out quick [Verse 3: Sick Jacken] There's a knock on the door, it must be Sonny Watch him and his clique empty their clip if they trip Yo, Sonny, come inside I'm glad you arrived Have a seat and the boss will be right with you in five [Verse 4: B-Real] What? f** that sh**, I ain't got time for this I got business to take care of with jesus, b**h Get him out here in a hurry And get the f** out my face before you get buried [Verse 5: Big Duke] I kicked down the door he thought he was dead Lead staring at his head, this is what he said 'Gustavo, it's nice to see you, huh?' I said, 'why the f** did i get sacrificed?' You sold my soul to the devil Now I'm livin' life at a strange level I come back for the big payback You don't wanna catch the bullet back, stand back Bring your arms around slow from the front to the back Don't try to move quick, don't try to move too fast Revenge already calls for the gun to go blast You don't wanna die for this pig ally I plan for 15 years to k** this man [Verse 6: Sick Jacken] And I'll have to be the one to f** up your plans It's on; they set it off, my crew bare arms Everybody in the scope gets smoked, tryin' to f** with the don [Verse 7: B-Real] f** it, I'm going for broke, let the gun smoke Fill the room, put Jesus in his f**in' tomb I'm going for mine and he's going for his I'll piss on your grave and k** all your kids f** all of you!