Tres Pasitos

Three Little Steps

Yah
Jan Power
Hahahaha
The force, Real G4 Life, baby

All the shit you keep talking about, ass-kisser
You believe it all, asshole
Hahahaha

Knock down the trip
Sharpen the knives, we're going to execute
I told you it's between you and me
And the first one to fall, loses
And you can't be snoring on the street, asshole
If your record has more stains than a dalmatian
Hahahaha

Keep your distance, if you lick, I'll break you
You're also shit, you must recognize it
I shoot my lyrics, they never touch the paper
Mine go out to kill, yours go out to run

I notice you're frustrated, you see yourself strange
Lock yourself up or retire, so you don't wake up in a ditch
You're looking for a flaw and I won't cover it up
I'm going to bury you along with all your flock

We open fire, we kill each other wherever and however
You're on a bug trip, none of you have problems
Your talent has been dead for a long time
It never leveled up, it stayed in the same concept

What's still doesn't shake, the tide rises
We're going to send the game to all those who back you up
Lick it, rat, so you believe
Or grab that microphone, son of a bitch, come on, buzz, rap

I knock your forehead in a three to two
With gunshots, to leave the G from Glock
I know my ultraviolet rays harm your skin
The train overturned and we blew up the rail

Get out of the cave, rat, I have you checked with a drone
And when you leave your house, you'll see those from Bayamón
At the gate, unloading the fire, asshole
The car on fire and you throwing out the silicon

Easy, very easy, kittypon
The bullets silence my comb, I said it, they're shark oil
You're desperate and very loudmouth
You were an example and gave a class on what a cardboard thug is

I have a worldwide movement and they are awake
And whoever messes with the Real G knows I'll blow them up
We declare war, I don't like surprises
And for you to know, we were all born without reverse

Come on, rap, shit eater, don't shake my hand
We leave you in the helmet olive in pickled
Walk straight, better cover the thirteen
Burying in the mud all that stalks me
Fuck