(feat. The Triple C)
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Leva, leva, leva, leva
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Leva, leva, leva, leva
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[Triple C]
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You better run for cover muthafucker's and think of something fast
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Before you end up just another bitch that couldn't last
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Ain't no guage to be played unless you ready for some combat
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It's 1998 and all these jealous got me straped
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Sleeping with my eyes open, quick to draw my gun
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Got me hopin' and prayin', that I don't end up the next one
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Don't make me unleash a couple of rounds, shoot some down
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Didn't chu know this little motherfucker ain't afraid to unload
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Dumpin' shell's all over the street, steady servin' heat
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Turn on the only soldiers just standin' on my feet
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I'm really tryna make this situation very clear
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Ain't a man alive, on this earth, that I fear
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Now we can handle this confertation, any way you want
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Just as long you don't act like a bitch, or a cunt
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I must admit that some try look at me no respect
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For those who've lay it, so hold on tight, to your life
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Cause we just might have to take it
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Locked and loaded fully automatic, just in case
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Finger on the trigger, spittin' hollow points all over the place
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Ready to rumble, ?? ammunition, prepare to retaliate any competition
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[Chorus: Triple C, (Lil' Rob)]
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Leva, leva, leva, leva
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(Leva take a bullet in the eye)
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Leva, leva your gonna die
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(From the 8-0-5 to the 6-1-9)
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Leva, leva, leva, leva
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(Go for your's, I'm gonna go for mine)
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Leva, leva your gonna die
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(Cappin' the fools who makin' waste of time)
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[Triple C]
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A rough motherfucker from '75
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A down ass mexican, I'm still alive
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Corazon in the heart is still muthafucka
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Flowin' on the mic, and no big deal, because I'm down for mine
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I'll rob a puto blind, take his life holmes, I don't waste time
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We won't have the time to drop a dime on me the A-R-T the motherfuckin T
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Another mission so I'm on the run, the one I got
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But I had to take your life with a gun, killin' motherfuckers
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Just same ol' thang, if I ain't gonna do it, he's gonna die anyway
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From a gangbang, or a drug thang, swept of his feet, from a good slang
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Who of my partna's gonna die next, either torcherd in hell
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As if they havin' a rest
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[Chorus: Triple C, (Lil' Rob)]
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Leva, leva, leva, leva
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(Leva take a bullet in the eye)
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Leva, leva your gonna die
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(From the 8-0-5 to the 6-1-9)
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Leva, leva, leva, leva
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(Go for your's, I'm gonna go for mine)
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Leva, leva your gonna die
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(Cappin' the fools who makin' waste of time)
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[Lil' Rob]
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Lil' Rob comin' back to huantcha, what you got uh
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Say about what you did to me, you gotta be kiddin' me, bullshitin' me
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I can give a fuck about your vida, your better believe
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You'll meet, the nine millimeter, so be a, walkin' dead man
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Until I arrive cap stinging your ass
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Like you were playin' with a bee hive
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Look behind you, what chu find, my...mind's on your murder
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When your murder's on my mind, all the time I uh
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Tried to think about somethin' else, but I see the, murderin' you
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What kind of mother fuck her self, and I don't think it's time
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For me to go cryin', when it's time for me go, I won't go quite
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Sounding like the 4th of July, when I die
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Or maybe a World War II, as I drop the fuckin' bombs on you
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But what the fuck you gonna do? Lil' Rob be the fuckin' baddest
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Mexicano with the baddest, leavin' you leva's in a casket
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[Chorus: Triple C, (Lil' Rob)]
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Leva, leva, leva, leva
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(Leva take a bullet in the eye)
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Leva, leva your gonna die
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(From the 8-0-5 to the 6-1-9)
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Leva, leva, leva, leva
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(Go for your's, I'm gonna go for mine)
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Leva, leva your gonna die
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(Cappin' the fools who makin' waste of time)
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Leva, leva, leva, leva
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(Leva take a bullet in the eye)
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Leva, leva your gonna die
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(From the 8-0-5 to the 6-1-9)
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Leva, leva, leva, leva
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(Go for your's, I'm gonna go for mine)
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Leva, leva your gonna die
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(Cappin' the fools who makin' waste of time)
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Leva, leva, leva, leva
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Leva, leva, leva, leva
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Leva, Leva, Leva, Leva Die
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| Lil' Rob |
