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Lito Y Polaco - Boricua Murderers Lyrics

Yo (yo)
Yo (yo)
(From pr)
Yo (yo)
(To the world)
Yo (yo)

Yo, coo-kee (what?)
Sientes la nebula
Yo, cassidy (ahh?)
Sientes la nebula
(I say no more)
Yo

Polaco, dale abajo, pa'l carajo
Si se encontraron
Con el que le arranca la lengua al diablo
Y de lo que hablo
Es de los que me pichean
Y titubean
Si ven que ando con la Glock
Knock-knock, abran la puerta
Es el cocorote
Cuidao que no te enfoques, torpe
Mi hambre es enorme
Y de ninguna manera estoy conforme
De que necios se metan en mi lugar
Sin dudar
Voy a dar candela
Pa' ver como tus cantos vuelan
Si no puedan, que retrocedan
Cuando sus backeos mueran
Van a llorar sin consolación
Yo represento toda una nación
De boricuas murderers (yo!) en acción

Did you see me?
Stopping bullets with my hands
Turn the whole city into sand
With a play stunt like jackie chan
Fuck the industry and the punk hoodini tricks
Like keanu reeves
I found the matrix
I'm the lyrical with ya master
With a hunger for disaster
Best sellers be my style
Since i wrote my first shot, the motherfuckers
Recognize, it's the fucking best
I put wounds to your head
And two through your chest
Bounce niggas
My code d is ghetto solder
I told ya'
I bring the drama down to pr
And er
You will see y'all out crowded
The motherfucker getting cpr
Yo, (yo) yo, yo

Puertoricans don't play
Fool's games
Meet my ghetto
I'd guarantee you'd leave insane
Puertoricans don't play
Fool's games
Meet my barrio
Thugs with guns will bring the pain
Puertoricans don't play
Fool's games
(Ule, ule, ule, ule)
Tough life
Boricua murderers

Viola niñas como tu cavalucci
Pierden los dientes por no saber hacer buche
Y por más que luche
Serás un retardao como abdulah the butcher
Y quién dice que no
Soy un fenómeno
Aplasto soplaplotes, y solo con mi voz
Por amor a Dios
Suelten ya al polacan
Llevo años castigándolos y no se cansan
El tiempo pasa y de cuenta se están dando
Por más que tiran en la mierda están nadando
Por eso baby rasta ya no está cantando
Y el tempo y ceja ahora se lo están mamando

Yo, so i'll be laughing fucking hoes
While sipping a coke
Kill the whole district of san Juan
That's end, gunsmoke
You can tie me two hundred times
And i'll be back with a Glock
I'll spray the block
Can't nobody tell me nothing
So stop fronting
Bet you never saw me coming
So keep running
I will keep my finger on the trigger
And in tour way back i will see ya
Nigga, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Puertoricans don't play
Fool's games
Meet my ghetto
I'd guarantee you'd leave insane
Puertoricans don't play
Fool's games
Meet my barrio
Thugs with guns will bring the pain
Puertoricans don't play
Fool's games
(Ule, ule, ule, ule)
Tough life
Boricua murderers

Boricuas in the bronx (boricua murderers)
Boricuas in manhattan (boricua murderers)
Boricuas in New York (boricua murderers)
Boricuas in orlando (boricua murderers)
Boston massachussets (boricua murderers)
Boricuas in chicago (boricua murderers)
Brooklyn (boricua murderers)
Jersey (boricua murderers)
Boricuas in la (boricua murderers)
Boricuas in philadelphia (boricua murderers)
Boricuas in New York
Tough life

Yo, yo
Keep it
(Wo!)
From Puerto Rico
(Wo!)
To all the mothefucking world
Yo! Polacan
(Motherfuckers)
MC cassidy
(Yo)
Yo