No Turning Back

Lyrics

[Diologue:] Ay ese, ay homes, I wanna get jumped in the neighborhood I wanna be down with the clicka wassup? I want you vatos to jump me in C'mon homes I'm down I'm down for mine, ese Es mi varrio! [Verse 1: Frank V] So you wanna be a gangsta, and build your rep Well kick back and I'll tell you how step by step First-you gotta show your homies that you're down To back up the varrio, to back up the town You either walk the linea Or throw some chingazos with the main vato Get your ass kicked and give up some blood Now you got a placaso That's a nickname like Shadow or Huero Fools love to rat pack so get yourself a filero Or better yet get a cuete Rememeber red is for Norteno, blue is for Trece Sureños, the North and the South Stop mad dogging me punk, or I'll bust you in the mouth Now you're dressed in black And you're ready to attack, but just remember ese- There's no turning back! [Diologue:] Yeah, yeah homes. I see what you're saying homes I know there's no turning back ese Now I'm in it, that's what counts Now it's time to party ese simon Ay, let's go get some pisto homes I got some jainas on the line too Call up the homies ese we'll just kick back tonight, homes Listening to some oldies, you know just party homes [Verse 2: Frank V] Now! Kicking back with your homies And the hynas That's the fun part But when shit starts You better have heart They give you a cuete and say "shoot!" You better shoot or you're gonna get the boot "So there's your target, pull the trigger! Or get your ass jumped out like you got jumped in but even quicker!" Rolled up like a tamal Remember gang banging is a full time job No one has time for a part time loko Pretty boy mocoso Wanna-be mafioso Talking loud saying that you're the craziest one But when shit hits the fan you're always the 1st to run And that's a straight out chavala! Remember accion es mejor que palabras Action speaks louder than words And remember that And also remember ese Thhere's no turning back! [Diologue:] Damn ese! It was krazie last night homes! Chingo de juras fucken swooped on us homes In the parque Something like ten car loads Them placas was deep They found a cuete in my ranfla Fools was trying to pin a murder on me ese Saying that I was the prime suspect in a drve-by homes I might do a lil' tiempo, but you know, fuck it Two beans in a bucket ese, que no? My homie said I won't do too much time for that pedo I'm ready for the pinta All the homeboy are in there anyway [Verse 3: Frank V] So I heard you caught some tiempo Compared to the pinta, life on the street was simple But it didn't take an Einstein To tell you that all gangsters do time Some do a year or so And some are on death row Life without parole But you could pull through this, just stick to the Raza And mind your own business It's kinda like the streets But now there's a man To tell you when you can't do it And when you can Your homies don't visit you, and you don't understand No hynas in sight, so say hello to your right hand And say good-bye to your familia Cause when you mess up in here, fool They'll kill you! Only your memory will be livin' But it was your decision There's no turning back! [Diologue:] Damn homes...maybe you were right This isn't how I planned it I thought it would be a party here with all the homies, chale! There's nuttin to do here but tiempo Maybe when I get out homes I'll start my life over Yeah, yeah! That's what I'll do Settle down with my wife, ese Get a jale, you know And just put all this shit behind me, homes Just forget about it all, homes Just leave it all behind me...yeah..I only got about..ten or eleven more years and I'll be out..fuck it ese I guess you were right homes...there's no turning back...