(feat. The Triple C)

Leva, leva, leva, leva

Leva, leva, leva, leva

[Triple C]

You better run for cover mutha$#&@er's and think of something fast
Before you end up just another (*##$ that couldn't last
Ain't no guage to be played unless you ready for some combat

It's 1998 and all these jealous got me straped
Sleeping with my eyes open, quick to draw my gun
Got me hopin' and prayin', that I don't end up the next one

Don't make me unleash a couple of rounds, shoot some down
Didn't chu know this little mother$#&@er ain't afraid to unload
Dumpin' shell's all over the street, steady servin' heat

Turn on the only soldiers just standin' on my feet
I'm really tryna make this situation very clear
Ain't a man alive, on this earth, that I fear

Now we can handle this confertation, any way you want
Just as long you don't act like a (*##$, or a cunt
I must admit that some try look at me no respect

For those who've lay it, so hold on tight, to your life
Cause we just might have to take it
Locked and loaded fully automatic, just in case

Finger on the trigger, spittin' hollow points all over the place
Ready to rumble, ?? ammunition, prepare to retaliate any competition


[Chorus: Triple C, (Lil' Rob)]
Leva, leva, leva, leva
(Leva take a bullet in the eye)

Leva, leva your gonna die
(From the 8-0-5 to the 6-1-9)
Leva, leva, leva, leva

(Go for your's, I'm gonna go for mine)
Leva, leva your gonna die
(Cappin' the fools who makin' waste of time)


[Triple C]
A rough mother$#&@er from '75

A down $$# mexican, I'm still alive
Corazon in the heart is still mutha$#&@a
Flowin' on the mic, and no big deal, because I'm down for mine

I'll rob a puto blind, take his life holmes, I don't waste time
We won't have the time to drop a dime on me the A-R-T the mother$#&@in T
Another mission so I'm on the run, the one I got

But I had to take your life with a gun, killin' mother$#&@ers
Just same ol' thang, if I ain't gonna do it, he's gonna die anyway
From a gangbang, or a drug thang, swept of his feet, from a good slang

Who of my partna's gonna die next, either torcherd in hell
As if they havin' a rest


[Chorus: Triple C, (Lil' Rob)]
Leva, leva, leva, leva
(Leva take a bullet in the eye)

Leva, leva your gonna die
(From the 8-0-5 to the 6-1-9)
Leva, leva, leva, leva

(Go for your's, I'm gonna go for mine)
Leva, leva your gonna die
(Cappin' the fools who makin' waste of time)


[Lil' Rob]
Lil' Rob comin' back to huantcha, what you got uh

Say about what you did to me, you gotta be kiddin' me, bull%#@!in' me
I can give a $#&@ about your vida, your better believe
You'll meet, the nine millimeter, so be a, walkin' dead man

Until I arrive cap stinging your $$#
Like you were playin' with a bee hive
Look behind you, what chu find, my...mind's on your murder

When your murder's on my mind, all the time I uh
Tried to think about somethin' else, but I see the, murderin' you
What kind of mother $#&@ her self, and I don't think it's time

For me to go cryin', when it's time for me go, I won't go quite
Sounding like the 4th of July, when I die
Or maybe a World War II, as I drop the $#&@in' bombs on you

But what the $#&@ you gonna do? Lil' Rob be the $#&@in' baddest
Mexicano with the baddest, leavin' you leva's in a casket

[Chorus: Triple C, (Lil' Rob)]
Leva, leva, leva, leva

(Leva take a bullet in the eye)
Leva, leva your gonna die
(From the 8-0-5 to the 6-1-9)
Leva, leva, leva, leva
(Go for your's, I'm gonna go for mine)

Leva, leva your gonna die
(Cappin' the fools who makin' waste of time)

Leva, leva, leva, leva
(Leva take a bullet in the eye)

Leva, leva your gonna die
(From the 8-0-5 to the 6-1-9)
Leva, leva, leva, leva
(Go for your's, I'm gonna go for mine)
Leva, leva your gonna die

(Cappin' the fools who makin' waste of time)

Leva, leva, leva, leva
Leva, leva, leva, leva