sun down in the months of autumn he s a homie from my varrio i knew everything about him he had cora and he always knew the hora his own little reasons why el varrio controla mi respeto for this firme camarada down for the cause que nunca se acabada los ngeles la rea dos trece enemigas get shot up and everyday is a lesson but little did he know of what was to come unaware he was destined to get shot with a gun consequences for roaming in the streets and russian roulette when you want to play for keeps is it really how they say cause it happens all the time at the wrong place ese at the wrong time that s how it s going down the times have changed no one knew who did it and the reason wasn t strange conejo you better watch your back cause these vatos out to get you and stab you in the back on the serio ese can t even sleep cause before i really knew it i was in too deep i see life but time s running out i summon the demons but only i can see them my assistants in the journey i must take expect the unexpected is what i await then i teleport myself like a thought from my head into his mind to find out what happened my diabolic status ese lead me to the killer he seen my homeboy slipping so he had to pull the trigger this vato used gloves this vato used a mask he shot him in the chest no one heard the blast then back to his varrio a jale well done got rid of his ropa and buried his gun i got to escape my time is also running out me tengo que pelar o voy a quebrar so perro you know me better than that i m a straight malion and the hache s where it s at conejo you better watch your back cause these vatos out to get you and stab you in the back on the serio ese can t even sleep cause before i really knew it i was in too deep  i embark on the voyage i must take i put on my armor ese fortify the base and in case i weren t to come back venenoso peligroso automatic with attack he knows that i m coming he knows who i am from the murders on his homies of the times in the past mentally i was ready for the ride and ready for destruction ese high in the sky like a vulture it s in my aztec culture my devilish attempts to impose some torture my instrument of death i show no remorse i got out the car and entered with force i was quicker on the draw this vato has to pay in between the eyes in between the legs my mission s accomplished the vato got taxed enemigas out to get me until then i relax conejo you better watch your back cause these vatos out to get you and stab you in the back on the serio ese can t even sleep cause before i really knew it i was in too deep