Hey
Hands up, hands up
Hands up, Puerto Rico
We went to the neighborhoods, the projects, the slums
Tell them
Yeah
You know
Keep it going

You know we are from the streets, there's grit and heart
Feel the fire, I set the rules of the game
Because we are from the streets, there's grit and heart
Feel the fire, I set the rules of the game

Play it legal, or we go illegal
This is business, man, don't take it personal
And I know that today you're here, my friend
And I don't know if you won't be here tomorrow because of bravery

What do you want? I know what you want
Money, money is what everyone wants
So greedy, you'll see your end because of ambition
Ambition is the first step to betrayal

Yes, sir, that's why they get busted
Because you can't bite the hand that feeds you
And here you can't break a man's word
Because with your life, it might be taken from you

Don't ruin your record, man, with a fool
The laws of the street are not those of the court
Here the judges dictate the sentence with fire
In duels where there's no settlement or comfort

You know we are from the streets, there's grit and heart
Feel the fire, I set the rules of the game
Because we are from the streets, there's grit and heart
Feel the fire, I set the rules of the game

Some are born to lead, others to follow (uh-huh)
The second is your great admirer (you know)
Time passes and they demand positions
You teach them something and they want to give you instructions

Jump, you leech, backstabber
Did you forget when you asked me for a favor?
I'm not throwing in your face what I did for you
I'm reminding you, man, that you're no good

No matter what happens, I don't turn my back on anyone
Nor do I betray a brother, partner, for a skirt
They get involved in stupid things and fail you
They think they deserve it and deceive themselves

And on the street, you ate them alive
The prosecutor pressured you with technicalities
You ended up sitting in the witness chair
Wow, what a nice name you gave the projects

You know we are from the streets, there's grit and heart
Feel the fire, I set the rules of the game
Because we are from the streets, there's grit and heart
Feel the fire, I set the rules of the game (freestyle, Daddy, freestyle, we went, fire)

Hands up, everyone in the Choliseo (uh-huh)
Improvising, give me the trophy (hey)
From the underground, distributing the tutelage (tell them)
Greetings to the old and new school (you know)

Daddy Yankee, you know the rules
Greetings to Jon Z, also Miky Woodz
To all those who represent within the genre
My enemies are sleeping in their coffins

This side with me is very active
Greetings to Mayagüez, Orocovis, and Arecibo
To the west, all the northwest
To my people from Fajardo and all the east

Daddy Yankee, historic like Clemente
On stage, the madman, the smartest
Raised here, since I was little
Proud to be Puerto Rican (prr)
Puerto Rico

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