Run that up, Rico
Yah, huh?
Skinny, 44

They keep swearing they're OG, but those niggas aren't real
They're not real, they're not real
May lightning strike me if I lie, with hash I do crafts
Yo', Skinny, 44

They keep swearing they're OG, but those niggas aren't real
May lightning strike me if I lie, with hash I do crafts
If the cops fall into the ghetto, here there are no coincidences
There are many snitches, that's why I only trust my mother

In the businessman's car heading to Barna at 180 (skrrt)
And it rings "ring-ring-ring", some snitch wants me in the cell (pah)
But they don't know that Skinny, nigga, was raised in the jungle (skinny)
Here there's no bla-bla-bla, "Ra-ra-ra", three shots to your legs

Ta-talk on a nigga, get down on a nigga
I don't give a fuck, put a price on a nigga
One of a kind, thirty clips on a nigga, like boom, like boom (get down)
Talk on a nigga, get down on a nigga
I don't give a fuck, put a price on a nigga
One of a kind, thirty clips on a nigga, like boom, like boom

Big plans, but no need to talk
Sitting in the band, looking for bread
Talk about money, I'm all ears
And if you talk to the cops, you get two slaps
Call Kiricú if you want to score
Bring the cash, no credit here (Wuh)
We're hustlers, no one complains here
Free my niggas who are behind bars

Hard as a rock, my balls of stone
I'm going to win it, no matter who loses
The neighborhood with me, you're a bitch
No love, we learned in the war
Men of their word, I don't care about your life
Cold heart, I'll kill you on the corner
We're missing a few, but that's life
All-all-all for the family

They keep swearing they're OG, but those niggas aren't real
May lightning strike me if I lie, with hash I do crafts
If the cops fall into the ghetto, here there are no coincidences
There are many snitches, that's why I only trust my mother

In the businessman's car heading to Barna at 180 (skrrt)
And it rings "ring-ring-ring", some snitch wants me in the cell
But they don't know that Skinny, nigga, was raised in the jungle (Huh?)
Here there's no bla-bla-bla, "Ra-ra-ra", three shots to your legs

If the cops come, I hit sixth gear
I go out partying to make extra hours
Eye for an eye, settling scores
I don't forgive, I send you to hell
And if you think the street is soft, they fuck you for nothing, the thing is tough (tough)
And if you think you know it all, watch your back, time heals (heals)

I have junkies calling me, I like, and they know at least ten (eh)
And if you think this thing is a game, Jackson will take your skin (skin)
My bro, put yourself in my shoes to see if you can understand me
We hide our moves, you all want to look good

Mask on and I go through everything
I don't gotta fight, Skinny keeps it 44
I'm crowned, haven't stepped in prison
I'm high, my eyes without vis-
Downtown, flipping them packs, nigga man down,
Northside, but I got shooters in the southside
Shoot a nigga, make a nigga dance like salsa
I ain't going back, fuck a job, fuck a nine-five (uh-uh)

They keep swearing they're OG, but those niggas aren't real
May lightning strike me if I lie, with hash I do crafts (yah)
If the cops fall into the ghetto, here there are no coincidences (no hit)
There are many snitches, that's why I only trust my mother (mom)

In the businessman's car heading to Barna at 180
And it rings "Ring-ring-ring", some snitch wants me in the cell
But they don't know that Skinny, nigga, was raised in the jungle (shit)
Here there's no "bla-bla-bla", "ra-ra-ra", three shots to your legs (Ah, ah)

Ta'-talk on a nigga, get down on a nigga
I don't give a fuck, put a price on a nigga
One of a kind, thirty clips on a nigga, like boom, like boom
Ta'-talk on a nigga, get down on a nigga
I don't give a fuck, put a price on a nigga
One of a kind, thirty clips on a nigga, like boom, like boom

Boom, boom
Skinny, nigga, 44
Argg-argg

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