What makes you judge quick
And talk shit
When I haven't even spit
And you already on my dick
What makes you prejudice
And chase us like predators
Convincing the medias and population
To get rid of us
What makes you playa-hate
And pack hate just cause I got my name
Writing on the plates of my Benz
What makes you flip over my sister's scarf
And generalize
When the fact is you hide your true colors
Behind your disguise
What makes you analyze every move I make
Step in the ring of debate
And discover who's fake
What makes you think you better than me
When we got the same college degrees
And I got all the right keys
Chorus:
Mano a mano
He who laugh last laugh longest
See action speaks louder than words
No mercy
Mano a mano
He who laugh last laugh longest
See action speaks louder than words
No mercy
Pass that bucket water
Like one of those joints
Thirsty for life
You ride – dirty dessert – to the point
Get the path right
Thinking that I might follow
Your steps right
Thinking you got flow
Stealing a dead man's show
By getting the role right
What a low life
Didn´t your mamma tell you
Not to fuck with the dead, right
Digging their graves up
Fucking their gimmicks
And spread lies - like a bitch, right
Making a mill on selling your soul
To the shaitan
With the American dream
Cream a la theme scheme
Fool!!!
But no, not mine
Not how Bachiri succeed
In making the money they earned, right
Bottom up - that´s right
By never forgetting the roots of mine
Give it up y'all!!!
Don't really gotta chance with a moro, right
Throw it up y'all!!!
Or I minimize everything in your life
Chorus...
Mano a mano
Tres hermanos
Protagonista sin igual
Disparando a todo mal
Mano a mano
Nos llevamos
Proclamamos en papel
Aprendiendo del ayer
