chorus: (carolyn)
all my homies dying
when hallow points start flying,
we calling all the woriors,
who stood with us,
you know we trust them.
dont walk were the gangsters creep at might,
when the sun goes down we prescribe.
dont f*ck with my familia
my warriors.
Juan gotti;
im a certified warrior,
murdara nikka i dont whant to f*ck with ya,