Central Coast Clique - Leva Die lyrics

Leva, leva, leva, leva Leva, leva, leva, leva [Triple C] You better run for cover motherf**ers and think of something fast Before you end up just another b**h who couldn't last Ain't no game to be played unless you ready for some combat It's 1998 and all these jealous got me straped Sleeping with my eyes open, quick to draw my gun Got me hoping and praying, that I don't end up the next one Don't make me unleash a couple of rounds, shoot some down Didn't you know this little motherf**er ain't afraid to unload Dumping shells all over the street, steady serving heat Til I'm the only soldier still standing on my feet I'm really trying to make this situation very clear Ain't a man alive, on this earth, that I fear Now we can handle this confrontation, any way you want Just as long you don't act like a b**h, or a c*nt I must admit that some try look at me no respect For those who've lay it, so hold on tight, to your life Cuz we just might have to take it Locked and loaded fully automatic, just in case Finger on the trigger, spitting hollow points all over the place Ready to rumble, got a gang of ammunition, prepare to retaliate any competition [Chorus: Triple C, (Lil' Rob)] Leva, leva, leva, leva (Leva take a bullet in the eye) Leva, leva your gonna die (From the 8-0-5 to the 6-1-9) Leva, leva, leva, leva (Go for your's, I'm gonna go for mine) Leva, leva your gonna die (Cappin' the fools who makin' waste of time) [Triple C] A rough motherf**er from '75 A down a** Mexican, I'm still alive Corazon in the heart is still motherf**er Flowing on the mic, and no big deal, because I'm down for mine I'll rob a puto blind, take his life holmes, I don't waste time He won't have the time to drop a dime on me the A-R-T the motherf**ing T Another mission so I'm on the run I'm not God, but I had to take your life with a gun k**ing motherf**ers just ain't no thang If I ain't gonna do it, he's gonna die anyway From a gang-bang, or a drug thang, swept of his feet, from a coke slang Who of my partners gonna die next Either torcher'd in Hell, or sent to Heaven to rest [Chorus] [Lil' Rob] Lil' Rob coming back to haunt ya What you got to say about what you did to me You gotta be kidding me, bullsh**ting me I can give a f** about your vida You better believe you'll meet the nine millimeter So be a, walking dead man until I arrive Caps stinging your a** like you were playing with a bee hive Look behind you, what you find My mind's on your murder and your murder's on my mind All the time I try to think about something else But I see the murdering you What kind of motherf**ing self And I don't think it's time for me to go quite yet When it's time for me go, I won't go quiet Sounding like the 4th of July, when I die Or maybe a World War II, as I drop the f**ing bombs on you But what the f** you gonna do? Lil' Rob be the f**ing baddest Mexicano born with the baddest, leaving you levas in a casket [Chorus x2] Leva, leva, leva, leva Leva, leva, leva, leva