What's up homey  I just got out the joint  Is that right  You ready to do this  It don't matter homey  Alright  Gotta get my feria ese  211 in progress  I ain't going back homey    The world is a ghetto waiting to explode  Filled with wicked women telling fortunes that will fold  So let no one get you down  In addition get a vision, makes me hold it down  Formulate the program, stipulate the prism  Special thoughts equivalent to wisdom  Yield to get more, point blank eradicate  Hit so quick couldn't catch it in the frame  Damn, I used to be a stick up kick  So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did  I got this far cuz I had a fatal hustle  To back my plate, yes I had a fatal muscle  I reach for the avix then I tax the silence  I captivate the crowd when I speak my violence  Elimination, ese terminate these games  Anticipate the worst, stand back and refrain    [Chorus]  I need money, I used to be a stick up kid  So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did  I need money, I used to be a stick up kid  So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did  I need money, I used to be a stick up kid  So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did  I need money, I used to be a stick up kid  So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did    I grew up and I came up in the West part of Los  Drogas, locas, enemigas get the floor  Shots were random, so access permited  Everyone is fully packing so no one knew who did it  Now that I'm older, ese now that I'm bolder  No longer am I a pawn, I'm a heavyweight soldier  Composure is something that is kept  Something that is done when you live by the gun  Get down, the shots went bang  It wasn't planned this way, just meet my demand  And things will go smooth  I hope that I am heard, I hope I'm understood  Where's the motherfucking coca  All of the feria from selling all them drogas  En las calles it's the Wild West  Bullets penetrating right through the vato's vest     [Chorus]    You gotta know what you're doing  Three strikes ain't no joke  My mind's fucking with me perro  Ain't no coming home after that  I know what you're talking about, que no  That's right  I need money, I used to be a stick up kid  So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did  I need money, I used to be a stick up kid  So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did  This Conejo right here  Where the mic remains homey  Yo controlo  You know the way it's going down  The return  Check it out  I need money, I used to be a stick up kid  So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did  This goes out to all the vatos out there doing tiempo  Murder robbery  Q-Vo