Conejo - Cold lyrics

I got the strap on my side
As I glide through the West 3 cell phones
To connect with the rest
Here come the count down 4, 3, 2, 1
Hit your corner see the target
And I'll bust my gun my visions zero
I'm like Robert Deniro
In that Goodfella movie ese that's my hero
So all you busters can't see me
Cus I'm on another level
Where them gangsters be so I'm sticking
To the G Code and when I step to the mic
It's always pisto fortaleco
Ese con la yerba i blow out smoke
Then I enter the celva
With generations of villains
That stay close to the weapon
Ese no hesitation all it take is a second
You done fucked up if it come to that
Cus they enter through your chest
And they exit your back

When I start to do the things I do
Streets know I'm cold cold, cold, cold

That's what it be like man
When you join a gang
Vatos come out with the Uzi and let it rang
La carretera al infierno
Demons posted at the entrance
Holding up them cuernos y se acaba
Todo el parke where I'm slanging dope
At Hoover Parke foo's crazy
I'm know in toda parte
Muthufucker wanna roll y les ago un desastre

When I start to do the things I do
Streets know I'm cold cold, cold, cold

I Give a gat to baby boy in the back
Move in silence and throw up that rag
That's a bloodbath that's about to jump off
Cus it's about to trigger several Molotov's
Sininster waiter got the frequency
66 point 6 for that felony mix mas te vale
Que te borres sharp shooter in the truck
Honde sea que corres