First and Foremost, Hold it down for my own My City, My Coast and my Area Code Im a street warrior representing for the raza Active like the homies in the SHU speaking Nahuatl What do you expect, when it all hits the fence When it goes down, i throw down and aim for the neck Aint nobody out there like me, homie i smell the stench Of the weakness, the leeches, I eat sleep and breath this Shout out to my real ones, Locked down in prison Sacrafice they life, surrounded by walls made of cement Livin' how im speaking, Not just on the weekend This is por vida, Cora de Mexica Ready for battle, they can't dismantle the clicka Keep trucha for these vatos That i got en mi lado Guillerero de la calle, Street Warriors controlando