Esta peladita ese! Este no sale Ganando pesos solo surtiendole a tus carnales [Chorus] Psycho, loco, wyno, mariguano Vendiendo mota para ganar feria Surtiendo la mariguana Vendiendo la mota buena Psycho
beauty blinded the stupid the days of war just made it hurt even more the days of hate appeared just to late to help me see the truth All those days........ some real
Ice] There's 8 million stories in every city And Americans love to watch it on TV There's gays, lesbians, stripper nymphos Teenage prostitutes, husbands gone psycho
readin they Bible OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, your pickin a dirty psycho OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho
nigga like me gotta represent) Verse Four: Live Squad Once again, back to rip shit, quick on the flip tip The psycho, represent the real to take the
son! I DON'T KNOW YOU SON! HOLD UP HOLD UP!" [gunshots and screams] "I Links with the Cuban" [Cuban Link] "I'm hard to kill, for real nigga, guard your
now, you'll never get the chance If you ain't puttin out bitch, make other plans I still keep my money in a rubber band with the pitchfork sealed up, on the other
x2] We don't get down like dat Even though it might look it might sound like dat Nigga you can fuck around and get down like dat Fo' real.Fo' real [First
that's real That's right, that's real Intoxicated demons [Beatnuts Forever] "Hustler from the Queens borough it's Big Psych" Babu, yeah [Verse 1: Psycho
the mob I'm keepin' it real with Def Squad But I"m the mad Domo got the shit that might blow your mind tho' If you wanna roll can't find those Other mans
automatic converted by my whiteboy arsonist fire extingusher, if you ain't spendin with me then motherfucker you betta damn sure be workin for me and that's real
kitchen knife hoe ya psycho! I admit I slipped I should've knew you was a stupid hoe thinking I shot a cupid's bow but little do you know I been fucking other
kill that sucka [gunshots] [Verse 1] Creep up on yo funky ass, yeah I got a careless nigga Blast four times to the spine, now a dead nigga Broke out, my bank real
clippins on the wall, from vics that died Blood everywhere, you can tell the psycho went through He had darts in their faces up to number fifty two Psycho
[Verse One] Straight outta South Park a real as nigga Up in Corpus Christ Texas with my Mexican killas We comin up together getting fortune and fame
psycho, but don't push me, Was we, trapped in a world we thought we'd wake up from, It seems like a dream, but it seems so real, Was it those pills,
up So what they do go and ban the AK? My shit wasn't registered any fucking way So you better duck away run and hide out When I'm rolling real slow and
Verse 1] (Talk to em) We had a beautiful relationship at one point (but then) Then that shit changed with the quickness Maybe because I was fucking other
