We're missing in action living in a time when it's in fashion To be gun flashing, blasting that's why we ain't lasting All fastened, strapped ready for rivals harassing Looking over your shoulder ducking cars that are passing In my rumbo you hear that latin lingo Guns shoot through at pachucos fuckin? sickos With four nickels nobody walks around single Get caught slipping they'll pull your card from a window It's that simple locals get gaffled by barrio locos Steal their spanish grease making them shed a tear like willie bobo Over dollars, chains and rings things that are worth poco A coco's out there stealing 'cause they're fiending for perico A head crack will strike and attack for a sack Pawn or sell your shit to buy a rock and bring that high back That's why I strap it's my defense against those Who are committing defense randomly becoming foes? Shit is survival of fittest testing who's biggest and realest on the street Feel this beware of killers, stealers and dealers Rebel guerillas striking on policemen who give us Hard times in the city where no love is with us