First and Foremost, Hold it down for my own
My City, My Coast and my Area Code
Im a street warrior representing for the raza
Active like the homies in the SHU speaking Nahuatl
What do you expect, when it all hits the fence
When it goes down, i throw down and aim for the neck
Aint nobody out there like me, homie i smell the stench
Of the weakness, the leeches, I eat sleep and breath this
Shout out to my real ones, Locked down in prison
Sacrafice they life, surrounded by walls made of cement
Livin' how im speaking, Not just on the weekend
24/7 I keep it active - let it sink in
This is por vida, Cora de Mexica
Ready for battle, they can't dismantle the clicka
Keep trucha for these vatos That i got en mi lado
Guillerero de la calle, Street Warriors controlando