Walberto - Eto

Why did a Chi Chi have to go, why ain’t he open the door

I know, cause he wasn’t only defending himself

Tell Gina you let a reall nigga die

Scrape the oowop

That wasn’t s’posed to be Salazar in that blue drop

Two stops, filled the shoebox I brought the yayo back

I know when they return I know where they go at

Now I’m Walberto and it’s looking like you lost turbo

You on furlough, fresh home

God works though

Until we die, keep your heart purple

Keep a small circle, know how we ride

Hold it inside, but it’s heavy and it haunts

They still lust fake love

Just ask Benny from the Bronx

I’m still spending that old bread that don’t stale

I ain’t receive no mail, my lady don’t know Gail

Hell, I keep em on they ballerinas

Since my last subpoena, it’s been great and the grass is greener

Catch a breather, I’ll meet you at the pool hall later

Keep it in mind it ain’t as cheap now, it do cost paper

We in the grind where the young guys budging, you see the young guys runnin'

We getting old now, I sometimes love it

Fuck it

I ain’t complaining I’m just saying

They ain’t playin' remember the sunrayin'

It’s changin', gotta adapt

Sad to say we gotta build an empire from scratch

That’s a pig that flies straight, but not if it rats

What’s that?

Stabbed in the front, shot in the back

Had to show ‘em this ain’t ‘93

I’m a stand up guy, no comedy

That’s highway robbery

But nowadays not for me

Keep it cool though

You know