Tragic - Fiesty 2 Guns, Chino Grande, Rigo Luna

You Know Whats Tragic?

Drop Like A Guillotine

I’m Choppin' Rappers

Leaving Bodies

Like A Murder Scene

You Know Whats Tragic?

When I Hit The Door

I’m Spittin' Verses

Till I Hurt Em

As They Hit The Floor

Noo Noo Noo

Ain’t No One Gonna Stop Me

Noo Noo Noo

Ain’t No One Gonna Stop Me

Ain’t No One Stopping Me

I’m Going All In

My Time Is Now

Listen

These Streets Are Calling Me

I Made My Moves

Now I’ll Let My Pieces Play

And I’m No Fool

So I Chose Not To Leave Today

Or Tomorrow

Forever Be My Loyalty

Never Will It Spoil Me

Never Let It Take A Toll On Me

Ain’t Nothing Owed To Me

I Swear I Earned It All

I Got This Burning In My Brain

And I Can’t Turn It Off

I Got This Burning In This Verse

Its Time To Hurt Em All

There Ain’t No Pureness In Their Blood

So I Curse Em All

Stick To The Guns

No Mercy Till I’m Paid Right

I Got My Bullets From Performin'

No Stage Fright

And I’ll Be Hated Right

But There Ain’t No Love & War

I Paid The Price

And I’ll Be Going

Till I Hit The Floor

But Not Yet

I Got Too Much To Accomplish

Wanna Shake The Real

You Gotta Shake Off All The Nonsense

You Know Whats Tragic?

Drop Like A Guillotine

I’m Choppin' Rappers

Leaving Bodies

Like A Murder Scene

You Know Whats Tragic?

When I Hit The Door

I’m Spittin' Verses

Till I Hurt Em

As They Hit The Floor

Noo Noo Noo

Ain’t No One Gonna Stop Me

Noo Noo Noo

Ain’t No One Gonna Stop Me

By The Time I’m Done Coming Up

It Don’t Matter Who’s After Me

By The Time They Match Up

I’ll Be Coming Out

With Another Masterpiece

And I Promise This

By The Time I’m Done

To Remember 2 Guns

As The One Bringing Up Mexicans

With The Golden Flows

I’m Next To None

Guaranteed I’m Taking This

And I’m Shaking This Claim

That We Can’t Exist

In This Rap Game

Let This Man Unfold

Let The Pieces Fall

Like Dominoes

Unstoppable

Put An End To These Dudes

That Got No Flow

Sorry Dog But If They Gots To Go

They Gots To Go

They Falling Off

Like Geronimo

Yeah I Had To Do It

Had To Bring In One Of The Sickest

The Fastest

(Lil Cuete: You Already Know)

Muthafucken Rapper I Know

Lil Cuete Let Em Know Whats Up Big Dog

(Lil Cuete: That’s Right This Is How I Burn Em Up)

(Lil Cuete: Check It Out)

Put His Body In A Scorching Furnace

Got Em All Trippin' Out

When They Heard This

Wanna Take My Spot

Gotta Earn This

Yeah Little Crazy

But Its More When I Surface

And You Know I Hold My Own

Ain’t No Need To Be Faking It

I’m Use To Cell Blocks

And Being Segregated

I Leave Them Haters Hatin'

I Stand & Rep My City

They Say They Want My Life

Naw, I’m Like Come & Get Me

I Call The Streets My Home

And That’s A True Statement

I Say The Game Was Better

When Fiesty 2 Guns Made It

But More Than Half Are Weak

I Couldn’t Say The Same

Cause They Ain’t Up To Par

They’re Fucking Up The Game

And Lil Cuete Said It

So You Could Tell Em That

Cause Everybody Knows

I Keep It True To Rap

You Know Whats Tragic?

Drop Like A Guillotine

I’m Choppin' Rappers

Leaving Bodies

Like A Murder Scene

You Know Whats Tragic?

When I Hit The Door

I’m Spittin' Verses

Till I Hurt Em

As They Hit The Floor

Noo Noo Noo

Ain’t No One Gonna Stop Me

Noo Noo Noo

Ain’t No One Gonna Stop Me

4 Bitches & A Strap

And Don’t You Smell A G?

Kush-Fullness

We The Best

Always Blowing Trees

They Call Me Corleone

I’m From The C The Row

Playa Hatin'

So I’m Sayin'

That You Gotta Go

Funny Dudes

Thinking That We Are The Same

Plus Your Chick Made You Cry

Like A Fucking Lame

Get Out The Way

Fool You’re Never Catching Up

We Keep It Pushin'

And We Movin'

All The Way On Up

Been Pourin' In My Cup

A Knuckle With A Blunt

I’m Fully Active In The Streets

And It Ain’t A Stunt

So Go & Check

Homie I Will Never Lie

There Ain’t No Me

Break The Weed

And Light It On The Side

And With That Said

Yes You Never Stopping Me

They Call Me Jasp

On The Task

For That 2−1-3

Hustle Fuck The Broke

Puffing & You’ll Choke

Till The Day That I Die

Yes You’ll Smell The Smoke

You Know Whats Tragic?

Drop Like A Guillotine

I’m Choppin' Rappers

Leaving Bodies

Like A Murder Scene

You Know Whats Tragic?

When I Hit The Door

I’m Spittin' Verses

Till I Hurt Em

As They Hit The Floor

Noo Noo Noo

Ain’t No One Gonna Stop Me

Noo Noo Noo

Ain’t No One Gonna Stop Me

I’m Out The Kennel

With My Perros

And We Packing Metal

We Got 2 Tuernos

Off The Yarda

Where We Sharping Fieros

I’m Off That Level

Where Every Cholo

Hanging From My Huevos

I Mean I Ask Em If They Serio

Bout Them Camponeros

I Mean I’m Serio

Hold Up, Naw Homie Serio

I’ll Stop The Beat

But That Defeated

While She Blow Me Besos

So I Rather Hide Em

Dr. Jekyll

Rather Blast Than Wrestle

I Leave Em Bloody

Like Ol Testing Testicles

Don’t Wanna Test The Row

Chale Don’t Test Us Though

They Trying To Flex

That Burpee Set

Which She Has Never Known

Until This G

Done Had A Po Position

Domed Her Flow

She’s So Addictive

Move Her Hips & Lick Her Lips

I’m Gone