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Description
Mixing Engineer Assistant: Daniel Carrasquillo
Co-producer: Daniel Carrasquillo
Producer: Noble El Elegido
Executive Producer: Noble El Elegido
Vocals: Hansel La H.
Customer Relationship Manager: Jorge Rivera Acosta
Mastering Engineer: José Gómez Rosa
Mixing Engineer: José Gómez Rosa
Unknown: José Gómez Rosa.
Producer: José Gómez Rosa
Unknown: José Gómez Rosa.
Producer: José Velásquez Maldonado
Executive Producer: José Velásquez Maldonado
Mastering Engineer: Mueka El Cerebro
Mixing Engineer: Mueka El Cerebro
Unknown: Muéca El Cerebro.
Producer: Mueka El Cerebro
Unknown: Muéca El Cerebro.
Producer: Ramón Otero López
Vocals: Tito El Bambino
Vocals: Ñengo Flow
Composer, lyricist: Edwin Rosa Vásquez
Composer, lyricist: Heinze Diaz Stream
Composer, lyricist: Hector Delgado Roman
Composer, lyricist: Johnny Osorio
Composer, Lyricist: Jorge Rivera Acosta
Composer, lyricist: José Gómez Rosa
Composer, lyricist: José Velásquez Maldonado
Composer, lyricist: Luis Berrios Nieves
Composer, Lyricist: Ramón Otero López
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yo soy el maleante al que todos me persiguen.
Muchos quieren darme muerte, pocos los que sobreviven. Si me quieres muerto, ven aquí y busca mi cuerpo.
Solo tienes un intento para llegar a mi entierro. Peinéte treinta y pa los veinte.
En el mundo legendario como Roberto Clemente.
Detrás de ustedes, detrás de mí están los agentes. No soy doctor, pero vo'a atender otro paciente.
Y tú, -Almomino, el patrón.
-Baby, todo esto es real, es imposible que yo pierda. Esto no es un sueño, cabrón, lo planeé en la celda.
El case es mío, pal carajo los de vivienda.
Y pa que entiendas, pareces un molde de tantas tiendas. Baby, todo esto es real, es imposible que yo pierda.
Esto no es un sueño, cabrón, lo planeé en la celda. El case es mío, pal carajo los de vivienda.
Y pa que entiendas, pareces un molde de tantas tiendas.
Imposible perder, to' el que esté conmigo va a crecer.
La puta calle sabe que aquí llegaron los del poder. Si te prendemos la pistola, no te vuelves a mover.
Te va a caer, más de quinientos tiros va a coger. To' los quioscos siguen produciendo.
Y ahora más, que al por mayor la estoy moviendo.
Quisieron tumbarnos uno a uno, se están muriendo. Tendrás que soportar que mi imperio siga creciendo.
Hijo 'e puta.
-RealG for life, baby. -Forever.
-Contrabando verdadero. -H.
-Por las costas del Caribe. -Yo, en lancha rápida.
Bajando y subiendo. To' el que no quiera respetar lo vamos a descabronar.
Va a amanecer picao en tantos, flotando por altamar.
Los rifles van a detonar, tu cuerpo se va a desangrar. Que despejen la pista, que la avioneta va a coronar.
Peinéte treinta y pa los veinte. En el mundo legendario como Roberto Clemente.
Detrás de ustedes, detrás de mí están los agentes.
No soy doctor, pero vo'a atender -otro paciente.
-Baby, todo esto es real, es imposible que yo pierda. Esto no es un sueño, cabrón, lo planeé en la celda.
El case es mío, pal carajo los de vivienda.
Y pa que entiendas, pareces un molde de tantas -tiendas. -Volví con un blackout tri hundred.
Y esta con beat de Londres. Balmain, Dior o Gucci por mala costumbre.
Te va a quedar de día cuando esté pa los tarumbres.
Cuando se habla de reales, tienen que decir mi nombre. La gente no son de raza, se mueven con la masa.
En la muñeca traigo grasa y los juguetes en la terraza. Nos dicen la amenaza, tenemos toa' la plaza.
Cuando te veamos de frente, vamos a ver qué es lo que pasa.
Ando cazando con el Chivo y con el seis-seis. Te vamos a volar la cabeza como un sensei.
Subí los kilos pa Warduck y estamos en payday. Y siempre encima con la veintitrés, Henny.
Son míos to' estos bloques, fuletazo al paragolpes.
Los carros llegan en lote y los kilos en bote. Que la quinta se note pa meterte un azote en el capó.
Te acepto un acro con el blackout, sacerdote.
-Ángel H, el de los ojos blancos.
-Yo soy el maleante al que todos me persiguen. Muchos quieren darme muerte, pocos los que sobreviven.
Si me quieres muerto, ven aquí y busca mi cuerpo.
Solo tienes un intento para llegar a mi entierro.
Elegido Records. Esto no habla, son míos de por ley.
Ángel H, el de los ojos -blancos. Tráeme, Chivo. -RealG for life, baby.
Tráeme, patrón.
Y tú, Almomino, -el patrón. Eternal Music. Tráeme, Orie. -AKO.
Oye, RT forever, como Kobe con los Lakers.
-La sociedad del dinero. -Tráeme, Pa,
Akus, Cueca, el cerebro, lo que le falta a estos cabrones.
English translation
I am the thug that everyone is after me.
Many want to kill me, few who survive. If you want me dead, come here and look for my body.
You only have one try to get to my funeral. Comb your hair for thirty and twenty.
In the world legendary as Roberto Clemente.
Behind you, behind me are the agents. I'm not a doctor, but I'm going to see another patient.
And you, -Almomino, the boss.
-Baby, all this is real, it is impossible for me to lose. This is not a dream, bastard, I planned it in the cell.
The case is mine, damn the housing ones.
And so you understand, you look like a mold of so many stores. Baby, this is all real, there's no way I can lose.
This is not a dream, bastard, I planned it in the cell. The case is mine, damn the housing ones.
And so you understand, you look like a mold of so many stores.
Impossible to lose, everyone who is with me will grow.
The fucking street knows that those in power have arrived here. If we turn the gun on you, you won't move again.
You're going to fall, you're going to take more than five hundred shots. All the kiosks continue to produce.
And now more, I'm moving it wholesale.
They wanted to knock us down one by one, they are dying. You will have to endure my empire continuing to grow.
Son 'e bitch.
-RealG for life, baby. -Forever.
-True smuggling. -H.
-Along the coasts of the Caribbean. -Me, by speedboat.
Going down and up. Anyone who doesn't want to respect is going to get screwed.
It's going to dawn sharply, floating on the high seas.
The rifles are going to detonate, your body is going to bleed out. Clear the runway, the plane is going to crown.
Comb your hair for thirty and twenty. In the world legendary as Roberto Clemente.
Behind you, behind me are the agents.
I'm not a doctor, but I'm going to take care of another patient.
-Baby, all this is real, it is impossible for me to lose. This is not a dream, bastard, I planned it in the cell.
The case is mine, damn the housing ones.
And so you understand, you look like a mold of so many stores. -I came back with a blackout tri hundred.
And this one with London beat. Balmain, Dior or Gucci out of bad habit.
It's going to be daylight when I'm on the chopping block.
When talking about real people, they have to say my name. People are not racial, they move with the masses.
I have grease on my wrist and toys on the terrace. They tell us the threat, we have the entire square.
When we see you face to face, we'll see what happens.
I'm hunting with the Chivo and with the six-six. We're going to blow your head off like a sensei.
I gained the kilos for Warduck and we are on payday. And always on top of the twenty-three, Henny.
All these blocks are mine, shot to the bumper.
The cars arrive in batches and the kilos in boats. Let the fifth be noticeable so I can slap you on the hood.
I accept an acro from you with the blackout, priest.
-Angel H, the one with the white eyes.
-I am the thug that everyone is after me. Many want to kill me, few who survive.
If you want me dead, come here and look for my body.
You only have one try to get to my funeral.
Chosen Records. This does not speak, they are mine by law.
Angel H, the one with the white eyes. Bring me, Goat. -RealG for life, baby.
Bring me, boss.
And you, Almomino, -the boss. EternalMusic. Bring me, Orie. -AKO.
Hey, RT forever, like Kobe with the Lakers.
-The society of money. -Bring me, Pa,
Akus, Cueca, the brain, what these bastards lack.