Esto Es Real
(Yo!)
(Aja!)
new Records!
(Yeah, Yeah!)
(Aja!)
sonic!
(Sonic!)
tazmania!
(Buddha's Family!)
(Vivetelo!)
(Wooooh!)
vivete Esto!
illegal Life Records!
(Yeah!
(Vivete Esto, Pai!)
esto Es Real!
(Buddha's Family!)
(Yeah, Yeah!)
(Gastam!)
saca Tu Pistola, Y Utilizala Contra Mi, Infeliz
tu Y Tu Corillo Me Van A Sentir
yo Soy Asi, Y Esta Es Mi Manera De Vivir
*chiqui-Pam* Pa' Que La Puedas Sentir
en El Baul De Un Auto Vas A Morir
con La Boca Llena De Moscas En Las Noticias Vas A Salir
ven Por Mi, Tu No Sabes Lo Que Es Sufrir
y Ver Caer A Tus Amigos Guerriando Por Ti
morir, Ver A Sus Familias Llorar Sin Fin
prometiendole A Sus Madres Que Esto No Se Queda Así
y Salir A La Calle Como Loco Con Dos Perco', Y 3 Pali's
estoy Aca, Activao' Pa' Ti
esperando Que Te Lambas Pa' Meterte A Ti
y Ven Por Mi, El De La Forty
pal Carajo To's
to's Ustedes Conmigo Se Pueden Morir
tengo Guerra Doble Con La Guardia, Y Con Mis Enemigos
el Error Es Que Han Tirao' Y Me Han Dejao' Vivo
no Me Han Dao' Ni Un Tiro Y Ya Estan Pompiao'
to' Estos Caripelao's, Si Los Mios Los Pillan Los Dejan Pegao'
no Quiero Lloraera, Ahora Soporten Mi Guillaera
cuando Saque Pa' Fuera Un Ak Full Negra
y Les Meta, Pa' Que Sepan Que Al Gastam Se Respeta
dile A Tu Gente Que No Se Metan, O
mis Sicarios Van A Darte La Combi Completa
van A Matarte Con Ak, Con Rifles, O Con Escopetas
ustedes A Mi No Me Meten Las Fecas
yo Soy El Gastam Del Area Sur De Ponce, Puñeta!
yo Soy Asi
no Cambiare Mi Forma De Ser
pudranse, Yo Viviré Y Moriré
(Cuando Dios Diga...)
[Cuando Dios Diga!]
yo Soy Asi
no Cambiare Mi Forma De Ser
pudranse, Yo Viviré Y Moriré
(Cuando Dios Diga...)
[Cuando Dios Diga!]
la Calle Esta Mala, Y Lo Que Me Controla Es La Marijuana
ando Con 2 Pistolas, Con Los Bolcillos Llenos De Balas
hay Guerra En To's Lao's, Por Eso Es Que Ando Escamao'
en La Vitara Negra, Y Los Cristales Tintiao's
aunque Ya Tengo A Mis Enemigos Setiao's
los Sicarios Activao's, Esta Todo Controlao'
pero Hay Que Tener Cuidao'
porque Yo Estoy En La Mia Parao'
con Los De Cataño Y Bayamon Repartiendo El Bacalao'
oyeme, Baby Rasta, Tu Estas Activao'?
(Claro Que Si, Gastam, Y Hasta Gringo Esta Activao'!)
como Suenan Las Pistolas
y Ven Caer Sus Cuerpos En Camara Lenta
de Esta Nadie Inventa, La Muerte Es Fea
hablenme Claro, Y Sean Sinceros
esta Cabron Ver A Tus Matones Disturbao's Por El Miedo
[Que Feos Se Ven Corriendo!]
[Que Feos Se Ven Cayendo!]
que Feas Se Ponen Las Cosas Cuando Los Míos Los Esten Siguiendo
en Su Propio Caserío, Huyendole A Los Míos, Sintiendo Escalofríos
que Te Vacien Un Peine En La Cara Frente A Tus Panas
y Tus Vecinos Te Cierren La Ventana
y Ahora Nadie Sale En Tu Defensa
tratastes De Esconderte, Y Te Cerraron La Puerta
y De Esta Nadie Te Salva
tus Propias Amistades Te Dieron La Espalda
cintas Amarillas Rodiados De Guardias
a Este Lambebicho Lo Velan Con La Caja Cellada
yo Me Quede Con Las Ganas
de Darte Unos Pocos Mas Con La .40mm De Baby Rasta
con Este Nadie Relaja
y Al Que Se Ponga Bruto Se Muere En La Raya
yo Soy Asi
no Cambiare Mi Forma De Ser
pudranse, Yo Viviré Y Moriré
(Cuando Dios Diga...)
[Cuando Dios Diga!]
yo Soy Asi
no Cambiare Mi Forma De Ser
pudranse, Yo Viviré Y Moriré
(Cuando Dios Diga...)
[Cuando Dios Diga!]
This Is Real
(Yo!)
(Aha!)
new Records!
(Yeah, Yeah!)
(Aha!)
sonic!
(Sonic!)
tazmania!
(Buddha's Family!)
(Live it!)
(Wooooh!)
live This!
illegal Life Records!
(Yeah!)
(Live This, Bro!)
This Is Real!
(Buddha's Family!)
(Yeah, Yeah!)
(Gastam!)
pull out Your Gun, And Use It Against Me, You Unhappy
you And Your Crew Will Feel Me
I'm Like This, And This Is My Way Of Living
*bam-bam* So You Can Feel It
in The Trunk of a Car You Will Die
with Your Mouth Full of Flies You Will Be on the News
come for Me, You Don't Know What Suffering Is
and See Your Friends Fall Fighting for You
die, See Their Families Cry Endlessly
promising Their Mothers That This Won't Stay Like This
and Go Out on the Street Like Crazy With Two Percs, And 3 Pali's
I'm Here, Activated For You
waiting for You to Lick Yourself to Get to You
and Come for Me, The One with the Forty
to Hell with All
all of You Can Die with Me
got Double War with the Guard, And with My Enemies
the Mistake Is That They've Shot And Left Me Alive
they Haven't Shot Me and They're Already Pumped
all These Scaredy-cats, If Mine Catch Them They'll Leave Them Stuck
I Don't Want Crying, Now Endure My Taunting
when I Bring Out a Full Black Ak Outside
and I Hit Them, So They Know That Gastam Is Respected
tell Your People Not to Get Involved, Or
my Hitmen Will Give You the Full Combo
they Will Kill You with Ak, with Rifles, Or with Shotguns
you Don't Get Me in the Shit
I'm Gastam from the South Area of Ponce, Damn!
I'm Like This
I Won't Change My Way of Being
rot, I Will Live and Die
(When God Says...)
[When God Says!]
I'm Like This
I Won't Change My Way of Being
rot, I Will Live and Die
(When God Says...)
[When God Says!]
the Street Is Bad, And What Controls Me Is Marijuana
I Walk with 2 Guns, Pockets Full of Bullets
there's War Everywhere, That's Why I'm Paranoid
in the Black Vitara, Tinted Windows
even Though I Already Have My Enemies Set
the Hitmen Activated, Everything Is Under Control
but You Have to Be Careful
because I'm Standing My Ground
with Those from Cataño and Bayamon Distributing the Goods
listen, Baby Rasta, Are You Activated?
(Of Course, Gastam, And Even Gringo Is Activated!)
how the Guns Sound
and See Their Bodies Fall in Slow Motion
no One Invents This, Death Is Ugly
speak Clearly to Me, And Be Honest
it's Tough to See Your Hitmen Disturbed by Fear
[How Ugly They Look Running!]
[How Ugly They Look Falling!]
how Ugly Things Get When Mine Are Following Them
in Their Own Neighborhood, Running from Mine, Feeling Chills
to Have a Clip Emptied in Your Face in Front of Your Friends
and Your Neighbors Close Their Windows
and Now No One Comes to Your Defense
you Tried to Hide, And They Closed the Door on You
and No One Saves You from This
your Own Friends Turned Their Backs on You
yellow tapes Surrounded by Guards
this Suck-up Is Viewed with the Coffin Sealed
I Was Left Wanting
to Give You a Few More with Baby Rasta's .40mm
with This No One Relaxes
and Whoever Gets Tough Dies on the Line
I'm Like This
I Won't Change My Way of Being
rot, I Will Live and Die
(When God Says...)
[When God Says!]
I'm Like This
I Won't Change My Way of Being
rot, I Will Live and Die
(When God Says...)
[When God Says!]