Central Coast Clique, Lil Rob - Leva Die lyrics

Leva, leva, leva, leva
Leva, leva, leva, leva

You better run for cover motherfuckers
And think of something fast
Before you end up just another
Bitch who couldn't last
Ain't no game to be played unless
You ready for some combat
It's 1998 and all these
Jealous got me straped
Sleeping with my eyes open
Quick to draw my gun
Got me hoping and praying
That I don't end up the next one
Don't make me unleash a couple of rounds
Shoot some down
Didn't you know this little motherfucker
Ain't afraid to unload
Dumping shells all over the street
Steady serving heat
Til I'm the only soldier still
Standing on my feet
I'm really trying to make
This situation very clear
Ain't a man alive, on this earth, that I fear
Now we can handle this confrontation
Any way you want
Just as long you don't act like a bitch
Or a cunt i must admit that some try
Look at me no respect
For those who've lay it, so hold on tight
To your life
Cuz we just might have to take it
Locked and loaded fully automatic
Just in case finger on the trigger
Spitting hollow points all over the place
Ready to rumble, got a gang of ammunition
Prepare to retaliate any competition

Leva, leva, leva, leva
(Leva take a bullet in the eye)
Leva, leva your gonna die
(From the 8-0-5 to the 6-1-9)
Leva, leva, leva, leva
(Go for your's, I'm gonna go for mine)
Leva, leva your gonna die
(Cappin' the fools who makin' waste of time)

A rough motherfucker from '75
A down ass Mexican, I'm still alive
Corazon in the heart is still motherfucker
Flowing on the mic, and no big deal
Because I'm down for mine
I'll rob a puto blind, take his life holmes
I don't waste time
He won't have the time to drop a dime
On me the A-R T the motherfucking T
Another mission so I'm on the run
I'm not God
But I had to take your life with a gun
Killing motherfuckers just ain't no thang
If I ain't gonna do it, he's gonna die anyway
From a gang bang, or a drug
Thang, swept of his feet, from a coke slang
Who of my partners gonna die next
Either torcher'd in Hell
Or sent to Heaven to rest

Lil' Rob coming back to haunt ya
What you got to say about what you did to me
You gotta be kidding me, bullshitting me
I can give a fuck about your vida
You better believe you'll meet
The nine millimeter
So be a, walking dead man until I arrive
Caps stinging your ass like you were
Playing with a bee hive
Look behind you, what you find
My mind's on your murder and
Your murder's on my mind
All the time I try to
Think about something else
But, I see the murdering you
What kind of motherfucking self
And I don't think it's time for
Me to go quite yet
When it's time for me go, I won't go quiet
Sounding like the 4th of July, when I die
Or maybe a World War I I
As I drop the fucking bombs on you
But what the fuck you gonna do?
Lil' Rob be the fucking baddest
Mexicano born with the baddest
Leaving you levas in a casket

Leva, leva, leva, leva
Leva, leva, leva, leva