24 Horas

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Duro, no me vas a en huevonar, yo no quiero que tú lo digas
 Yo quiero que tú demuestres, si es verda' que tú estás duro
 Porque con la boca vamo' a ver
 Hey, hey, yo con la boca estoy duro
 ¿Me sigue'?
 Que vaya y que vengan
 Que no se detengan (si están pela'o)
 Vamo' a tirarle al nene (si no están en na')
 Vamo' a tirarle al nene (¿pa' qué?)
 Pa' que te pegue' (¿pa' qué?)
 Pa' que te pegue'
 Que vaya' y que vengan
 Que no se detengan (si no tienen flow)
 Vamo' a tirarle al nene (si necesita un coro)
 Vamo' a tirarle al nene (¿pa' qué?)
 Pa' que te pegue' (¿pa' qué?)
 Pa' que te pegue'
 Mera, indica ¿qué es la que hay?
 Tú no le mete' cabra' a nadie
 Aquí todo el mundo sabe la que hay
 Dios te bendiga hijo, llego tu pai' (qmén)
 Si Cromo te deja de escribir, cabrón, el lápiz se te cae (¿me sigue?)
 Cabrón, tú no ere compe' (compe')
 Hijo 'e puta yo estoy proba'o en cada pista que me monté
 Cabrón y no me ronque
 Tú eres el único que piensa que en los chanteos tu rompe'
 Yo salí los otros días
 Y pregunté, pero no te coeist life that I was brainwashed to know
 Niggas run up every day, wantin' to get some
 I told them who runs the motherfucker flow and then some
 Win some, lose some, like a nightmare
 I got enough shit on my mind, I just can't care
 I'm on the run, runnin' from who's-ever gun is aimin'
 I'm all up in the middle of shit and ain't even claimin'
 Tryin' to survive in the hood is hard enough
 'Cause them niggas already thinkin' I'm claimin' creek mobb
 Trippin' on gettin' snuffed by the view, smoke in the gardens
 Stayin' out the creek, 'cause it's hot and hella hard to get
 A dub up without gettin' caught, and them niggas know it
 Drinkin' that 4-0 ounce, in case I'm shot, I wanna be drunk
 And don't feel it, that nigga, that nigga that raised the shit
 Raised a crip, but really can't fade the shit no more
 But out of respect, I just can't gang-bang
 I'm in it 24 deep, you got funk? Then nigga, slang
 Based on the fact, I put it on the motherfuckin' four
 They know I'm crazy, but they just didn't get convicted
 Based on the fact, I put it on the motherfuckin' four
 Just another day in the life of a psycho
 Based on the fact, I put it on the motherfuckin' four
 Just another day in the life of a psycho
 Based on the fact, I put it on the motherfuckin' four
 Just another day in the life of a psycho
 Drinkin' while I'm sittin' in my room with the lights off
 Voices in my head, tellin' me, "Nigga, that's fucked up!"
 X is doin' time, so he can't get got
 But now I'm livin' up in the deuce and I can still get shot
 So I'ma slang 'em, slang 'em like a motherfuckin' half-ounce
 Trippin' off the four ounce, the four to the fuckin' ounce
 To the bounce, every gat, but I'ma still put some work in
 Wearin' black in the deuce, a nigga lurkin', full of juice
 Bought from the wretched, the x-raided, settin' 'em flex
 Waited, that nigga had to murder before he made it
 Now he's doin' 30 to death row
 He said he always wanted the devil to have his soul
 Young nigga, I wish I coulda told him what was up
 Fuckin' with the so-called devil will get you fucked
 I woulda told him, that nigga, he killin' the bitches all the time
 But never knew that nigga would murder and try to ditch a crime
 I never knew, I heard of a nigga that snitched, but now the sign
 Is every fool that deals with the devil is through me
 I'm a psycho, me Mama might go ill when she find out
 Her baby's makin' criminals, that nigga, that mic' man critical
 That nigga that lynched, that critical criminal hinges on the loose
 So whoever I knocked, you think I'm down, I got the juice
 Now all I need is a motherfuckin' Glock, d
 Up in the block and in the creek, livin' 24 deep
 Based on the fact, I put it on the motherfuckin' four
 They know I'm crazy, but they just didn't get convicted
 Based on the fact, I put it on the motherfuckin' four
 Just another day in the life of a psycho
 Based on the fact, I put it on the motherfuckin' four
 Just another day in the life of a psycho
 Based on the fact, I put it on the motherfuckin' four
 Just another day in the life-
 Droppin' it like this, sittin' in the crib, twelve o'clock
 Half-lit, lookin' for a Glock, so I stop
 By the phone it's ringin' and I wanted a gat
 It's x-raided, he made it to the hood, nigga, where you at?
 That nigga said, "'Round the corner at the pay phone
 I got the dank, I got the crew and the nine, loc, you know it's on"
 Let it be known, I'm a motherfuckin' psycho from the deuce
 And all my other niggas got the same juice
 But when it comes to trustin' niggas, I can't fade it
 Frontin' niggas like a game, so I played it
 Half-dead fools got me gang-related
 A new nigga wanna kill me every day, shit
 For every nigga that pull a Glock on me
 I'm not dyin', nigga, that's not gon' be
 I keep tryin' to get myself up out this shit
 But all the niggas I know still gon' be claimin' me crip
 I'm not trippin', whenever they want the flow, they go
 My niggas all know the antidote'll be smokin' a nigga's dome
 So until I die, that's how it's gon' be, in the blocc
 24th Street, nigga, livin' 24 deep
 

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Duration
07:01
Key
8
Tempo
170 BPM

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