Lyrics

[Verse 1] You don't wanna see me You don't want none I'm the one That keep you levas on the run I'm the OG in this game pendejos Next to me You motherfuckers are little hoes Eastside banger Cocaine slanger I'll fuck you up Like an abortion with a hanger In other words I don't fuck around homie You don't wanna cross pass with me G I been there done that Left putos on their back Now you can read R.IP. on their ? I know I'm wanted I know they still think about me But that's what they get fucking with the 1-3 It's in my blood I thought you knew what I do I roll with a gang not a fuckin' crew Check my criminal record Ask about me ese Motherfuckers will tell you I'm from that Eastside trece [Hook] You don't wanna see me You don't want none I'll grab you by the throat And pistol whip you with my gun I'll fuck your mom And call you my son I'll whip on your pops And make his punk ass run So now what ese what you got to say? You motherfuckers should know by now I don't play I AK All day Make you bitches pray So get the fuck out my way And hope you live another day [Verse 2] You don't wanna see me I'm your worst nightmare I'm the one who makes you shit In your underwear I'm one of a kind Like a fingerprint I keep it G'd up Next to me you're a wimp I'm bringin real shit back So you can keep your bang on Keep your mothafuckin enemigas on the run Bangin music smashin on fools Ese Tokes ain't changing Ese I keep it old school Love me or hate me I don't give a fuck Walk the walk ese And talk the talk I blue rag fool That's what the fuck I do White T shirt Khakis and Nike shoes Bald the fuck up and black locs 64 chevy rollin' 100 spokes Mr. Gangbanger not giving a fuck Till the day I die I be throwing it up [Hook] You don't wanna see me You don't want none I'll grab you by the throat And pistol whip you with my gun I'll fuck your mom And call you my son I'll whip on your pops And make his punk ass run So now what ese what you got to say? You motherfuckers should know by now I don't play I AK All day Make you bitches pray So get the fuck out my way And hope you live another day [Verse 3] There will never be another like me From the 2-1-3 in LA SC From the age 15 In Juvenile hall for a jale Had to run up on a fool And load my gun up Did time in the system And came home a G 49th street Is where I started slangin' D Ran that mothafucker real tight With the homies Ask about me ese A lot of fools know me Ran a fuckin muck Around the city Gangbangin selling dope Ese I was with it Went back to the pen Behind a punk ass fool And now I'm back giving putos the blues That's who the fuck I am That's what I do I'm as real as they come Ese true blue You don't like what I'm saying? Putos fuck you You don't wanna see me Trust me fool [Hook] You don't wanna see me You don't want none I'll grab you by the throat And pistol whip you with my gun I'll fuck your mom And call you my son I'll whip on your pops And make his punk ass run So now what ese what you got to say? You motherfuckers should know by now I don't play I AK All day Make you bitches pray So get the fuck out my way And hope you live another day