Bajen Pa' Aca (part. Noriel y Anuel AA)
Mera, dime Bryant, puñeta
Los intocables, los iluminati
Tú ere' mi hermano, cabrón, el que te falte el respeto le vamo' a prender un glopazo en la cara, prr
Bajen pa'cá, si ustede' quieren ver mi funeral bajen pa'cá
Yo tengo chavo' y soldado' que 'tán puesto' pa' guerrear
Ustede' saben dónde yo me paso
Cabrón, te está' buscando un fuletazo
Bajen pa'cá, si ustede' quieren ver mi funeral bajen pa'cá
Yo tengo chavo' y soldado' que 'tán puesto' pa' guerrear (ah)
Ustede' saben dónde yo me paso (ajá)
Cabrón, te está' buscando un fuletazo (No-No-Noriel)
Yo no voy con insectería (ajá)
Me cago en la madre de to' el que se vira (yeh)
Hablan de lealtad y ni siquiera saben lo que significa (no saben)
Da' la espalda y ya te quieren brincar la cuica
Por eso yo nunca cambio el sistema (prr)
Yo nací en la calle y en la calle me quedo hasta que me muera (hasta que me maten)
Na' má' me llaman si quieren problema (ajá)
O bajen pa' La' Monja', pa' La' Gole', Monacillo o pa' Cantera
Ando con un AK y killer con un R
Despué' de nosotro', dime quién puñeta manda aquí en PR (dime quién)
No' paramo' de frente y quedan trinco
Ten cuida'o que mata no te pille jangueando por la seis-cinco
Yo 'toy claro como Papo
Esta gente roncan de leal pero sabemo' que son sapo'
Viven debajo 'el tunel como el Chapo
Sin saber que en la calle y la música nosotro' somo' lo' capo'
Bajen pa'cá, si ustede' quieren ver mi funeral bajen pa'cá
Yo tengo chavo' y soldado' que están puesto' pa' guerrear
Ustede' saben dónde yo me paso
Cabrón, te está' buscando un fuletazo
Bajen pa'cá que tengo un AK con do' peine' de cien pa' guerrear
Yo soy un hijueputa, yo nunca me vo'a dejar
El diablo y la muerte siguen mi' paso'
Cabrón, te vamo' a dar un fuletazo
Bajen pa'cá
Cabrón, si yo llamo a Finito
Te van a encontrar tira'o por abajo, ahí bonito
Tú no ere' Pablo Emilio
No te va a dar tiempo pa' pedir auxilio
Si te pilla el beibi con lo' de vigilio
Si no quiere' problema', cabrón, ¿pa' qué te lo' busca'?
Papi, yo no le vo'a bajar nunca
Le' vo'a poner el traco en la nuca
Y si me cuca, cuco te va a dar cien en la peluca
Hipócrita, tú tiene' do' cara'
Tú habla' como si tú jalara'
Lo' tuyo' nunca sacan cara
Papi, yo no ando con gente rara
Cabrón, to' mi corillo dispara
Montro, si tú me toca te va a salir caro
Aquí 'tá' oscuro o 'tá' claro
Yo no me enmascaro
El que entre pa'cá en carro raro
Va a coger tiro de lo' cristale' hasta lo' aro'
Bajen pa'cá, si ustede' quieren ver mi funeral bajen pa'cá
Yo tengo chavo' y soldado' que están puesto' pa' guerrear
Ustede' saben dónde yo me paso
Cabrón, te está' buscando un fuletazo
Bajen pa'cá que tengo un AK con do' peine' de cien pa' guerrear
Yo soy un hijueputa, yo nunca me vo'a dejar
El diablo y la muerte siguen mi' paso'
Cabrón, te vamo' a dar un fuletazo
Bajen pa'cá
Ah, No-No-Noriel
Mera, dime Myers (Bryant Myers)
Dile a esta gente que si su calle e' de verdad que bajen pa' La' Monja'
O pa' Monacillo, pa' Cantera, je je
Mera, dímelo Santana "El nene de oro"
The golden boy
Mera, dime Javich, puñeta, la cabrona calle e' de nosotro'
Yoniel, Jay Anton
Nosotros somo' de oro', cabrone'
Nosotros somo' de verdad, ustedes son to' de embuste
Mera, Noriel, 'toy cansa'o ya de to' lo' hipócrita', puñeta
La cabrón hipocresía que hay en el cabrón género este
Oi loco, que se lamba el que sea, que se la vo'a dejar caer
En la música y en la calle siempre e' la misma mierda
Una habladera de mierda cabrona; aquí, allá con aquél, el otro
Papi, explote el revolú, lo tienen uno al frente y no hacen un carajo, no saben qué carajo hacer
Vienen a saludar a uno: Mera, dímelo Bryant, ¿qué hay?, ¿todo bien?
Todo bien, mamabicho, 'toy loco que se atreva
Papi, no me salude, no me salude que el que mierda de mí
Si tú habla' mierda, papi, no me salude cuando me vea' por ahí, cabrón
Si habla' mierda, dímelo lambebicho, pa' dejártela caer, hijo 'e la gran puta
Si habla' mierda de mí, tiene' problema conmigo, algo que te molesta de mí
Dímelo lambebicho, pa' resolver como tú quiera'
Resolvemo' como tú quiera', cabrón, estoy bien puesto pa' lo que sea
Y lo' mío'
'Tá to' claro
Aquí e' blanco con lo' blanco', y negro con lo' negro'
Lambebicho
Mera, dime beibi, dímelo abuelo, dímelo fi
Cuco
Mera, dímelo Anuel, nosotros somo' intocable' desde la federal hasta Vigilio, y de Vigilio hasta el Seis
Come Down Here (feat. Noriel and Anuel AA)
Mera, tell me Bryant, damn it
The untouchables, the illuminati
You're my brother, asshole, whoever disrespects you, we're going to hit him in the face, forr
Come down here, if you want to see my funeral, come down here
I have a boy and a soldier who are ready to fight
You know where I spend my time
Bastard, he's looking for a whipping job on you
Come down here, if you want to see my funeral, come down here
I have a boy and a soldier who are ready to fight (ah)
You know where I spend my time (aha)
Bastard, he's looking for a whipping job on you (No-No-Noriel)
I'm not going with insecteria (aha)
I curse the mother of everyone who turns around (yeh)
They talk about loyalty and they don't even know what it means (they don't know)
Turn your back and they want to jump over your head
That's why I never change the system (prr)
I was born on the street and I will stay on the street until I die (until they kill me)
Just call me if you want a problem (yeah)
Or go down to 'La' Monja', to' La' Gole', Monacillo or to' Cantera
I carry an AK and killer with an R
After us, tell me who the hell is in charge here in PR (tell me who)
We don't stop in front and they get caught
Be careful, Mata doesn't catch you hanging out at six-five
I'm as clear as Papo
These people snore about loyalty but we know they are snitches
They live under the tunnel like El Chapo
Without knowing that in the street and in music we are the bosses
Come down here, if you want to see my funeral, come down here
I have a boy and a soldier who are ready to fight
You know where I spend my time
Bastard, he's looking for a whipping job on you
Come down here because I have an AK with two hundred rounds to fight
I'm a son of a bitch, I'm never going to leave
The devil and death follow my steps
Bastard, we're going to hit you with a whip
Come down here
Damn, if I call Finito
They will find you lying down there, pretty
You are not Pablo Emilio
You won't have time to ask for help
If the baby catches you with the vigil
If you don't want any trouble, asshole, why are you looking for it?
Daddy, I'm never going to let him down
I'm going to put the drug on the back of your neck
And if you cuckoo me, cuckoo is going to give you a hundred in the wig
Hypocrite, you have two faces
You talk as if you were pulling
Yours never show their face
Daddy, I don't hang out with weird people
Bastard, my whole gang is shooting
Montro, if you touch me it will cost you dearly
Here 'it' is dark or 'it' is light
I don't mask myself
He who comes here in a strange car
He's going to take a shot from the glass to the hoop
Come down here, if you want to see my funeral, come down here
I have a boy and a soldier who are ready to fight
You know where I spend my time
Bastard, he's looking for a whipping job on you
Come down here because I have an AK with two hundred rounds to fight
I'm a son of a bitch, I'm never going to leave
The devil and death follow my steps
Bastard, we're going to hit you with a whip
Come down here
Ah, No-No-Noriel
Mera, tell me Myers (Bryant Myers)
Tell these people that if their street is really a nightmare, they should go down to La Monja
Or for Monacillo, for Cantera, hehe
Mera, tell me Santana "The golden boy"
The golden boy
Come on, tell me Javich, damn it, the fucking street is ours
Yoniel, Jay Anton
We are made of gold, motherfucker
We are real, you are all lies
Mera, Noriel, I'm tired of all the hypocrisy, damn it
The fucking hypocrisy that exists in this fucking genre
Hey, crazy, whoever licks it, I'm going to drop it on him
In music and on the street it's always the same shit
A fucking shit talker; here, there with that one, the other one
Daddy, let the mess explode, they have one in front of them and they don't do a damn thing, they don't know what the hell to do
They come to greet one: Mera, tell me Bryant, what's up? Is everything okay?
All right, mamabicho, I'm crazy if he dares
Daddy, don't say hello to me, don't say hello to me, that's the shit
If you talk shit, daddy, don't say hello to me when you see me around, asshole
If you talk shit, tell me, you sycophant, so I can drop it on you, you son of a bitch
If you talk shit about me, you have a problem with me, something that bothers you about me
Tell me, you sycophant, so I can solve it the way you want
We'll solve it however you want, asshole, I'm well prepared for whatever
And mine
'It's all clear'
Here it's white with white, and black with black
Lambebicho
Mera, tell me baby, tell me grandpa, tell me fi
Cuckoo
Mera, tell me Anuel, we are untouchable from the federal to Vigilio, and from Vigilio to the Sixth