Well, did you bring me my money

My cab fare, my new shoes?


I got expenses, you know


Where's my weekly dues?




I ain't giving you my $#&@ing money


Oh yeah, mother$#&@er, where's this jibaro from?

You go when I say, I call, you come


You know it takes a strong man to survive


It ain't no accident that you're still alive




We stand for the neighborhood


He still lives with his mami but he sneaks down

A coolie in the shadow of the playground


You want to fight for your people, don't you, Sal?




Well, yeah, if I got to


Oh, you got to, come here


I wanna show you something




This is the cave of The Vampires


Count Dracula's castle

The very sight could turn a white man gray





Made in the shade, use my umbrella

Black like the night we fly in


That blade is all you need to keep the dogs away




So you wanna be a vampire, man that's good


We always looking for young blood in the neighborhood now


Carlos Apache collects the dues

So you bring us something that we can use





If you got the balls then come on, mette mano

If you got the balls then come on, mette mano





Frenchy Cordero goes down to Hell's Kitchen

To sell the Irish some weed


So this Paddy Boy's mother on the stoop starts (*##$in'

'Bout spics is a mongrel breed




Now here comes her son

He looks like a ton of corned beef floating in beer


He says, "$#&@ing Puerto Rican dope dealing punk

Get your %#@!-brown $$# out of here


$#&@ing Puerto Rican dope-dealing punk

Get your %#@!-brown $$# out of here"




(We stand for the neighborhood)

So the shanty-town Irish kicked his $$# good

Fractured his collar bone


all I was thinking is

What home of the brave? This a $#&@ing war zone




If you got the balls then come on, mette mano

(We stand for the neighborhood)

If you got cojones, come on, mette mano

(We stand for the neighborhood)




If you got the balls then come on, mette mano

(We stand for the neighborhood)


If you got cojones, come on, mette mano