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Artist: Juan Gotti
Total songs: 1
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  1. Fear No Evil

Fear No Evil Lyrics - Singles - Juan Gotti

(Juan Gotti talking) 

What's some matter wit'chu? 

You think I'm fucking crazy? 

 

(2x) 

Vivir por la Raza 

 

(Juan Gotti) 

Padre Nuestro, 

Homeboy, get your head right. 

No Te Muevas 

Tumba Puertas por libras de Hierbas 

En la Selva, what'chu call the Jungle 

Is my struggle to hustle con muscle 

Get my change right, cause grin ain't no punk fool 

I'm strap with the Mack, and I packin el Gap fool 

Only bang screw Cause I'm raised de Houston 

I'm the top gun the pop one and drop one 

Padre Nuestro que estas en los Cielos 

Please show love to my brothers and perros 

Trapped in ghettos vivendo su vida 

Everyone praise para salirte un dia 

Sangre fria cold mother fucker 

From the gutter, a mugger and gunner 

Straight Disaster, Yo Jale no pasa 

Y'all boys know yall can't fuck with my Raza 

 

(Ronnie Spencer) 

Fear no Evil (Fear no Evil) 

My people (amigo) 

 

They don't understand (won't chu tell me) 

My people (amigo) 

 

Orasiones, palabras de pobres 

Pa pelones and sobres de entonces 

No te nojes venimos de montes 

Serving coke es moviendo estos jales 

Quarter Keys, Japanese on the market 

Please mi padre me cuidas mi madre 

Se conpadre matando no vale 

I'm the Pothead so drop dead con hambre 

No me siente, that's cool you don't feel me 

Soy Hispano that's down for his family 

Acting badly with pain in my Cora 

That's my right to find change in your Bolsa 

Fuck a chota, I still gotta eat fool 

Right or wrong if your brown they gonna get chu 

No me aguito chunk duce in your sobres 

It's my pain, it's my life, mis Dolores 

 

(Chorus) 

 

(South Park Mexican) 

Tengo Hambre igual que el Tigre 

Say Juan Gotti let em know quien sigue 

Todos firmen no se que decir te 

But your bitch on my nuts like some chicle 

On the streets selling diamonds and nicles 

Stay strapped homeboy no te aguites 

Quick reflex S to the P Mex 

Make you hoes extinct like the T-Rex 

I'm an nimal gun packing Illegal 

Con Corona y Limon pero sin sal 

La La Na Na Na Na Na 

Don't trip asi se va 

I'm high I can't explain 

I'm standing in the rain 

This song was made from pain 

So here we go again 

 

(Chorus)