Man they talking about
The flow is witchcraft homie
Know I'm sayin'?
I'm just tryin' to tell em
It's a notorious enemy - charlie row campo collabo
You feel me (yeah)

[verse 1: conejo]
Murder squad
Line em up against
The fucken wall
Ain't no time to repent
The shit is morbid
A living sacrifice
Ese 9 dead bangers
In there cortez nikes
Obituary's
Homie day after day
Got a name that I know
Another vato was k'd
The morticians
Recognize the tats
Ese enemy initials
Coming back to back
I'm a one man army
With several connects
Possеssed by the streets
You nevеr know what's next
I'm sadistic
Like you in salem's lot
I'm the unseen terror
That be stalking the block
The chaos breed
The jealousy and the greed
Ese 2 decapitations
Of some L.A.P.D.'s
The detonation
Of a massive search
Ghetto bird satellite
A massacre of concern
[Chorus]
The flow is witchcraft
You can't break the curse
It's worst then the first
This my evilest verse
Notorious - charlie row
Will kick in some doors
Enemies laid out
When my cuerno disperse
Gang avengers
The blood bath get brutal
Cadavers in the hood
Chino, rabbit the shooters
Lunatics
The south east and the west
The feds want a war
They fucking with the best

Chino grande (verse 2):
Notorious enemigos
Charlie row con safos
With a semi auto
I'm a spray these vatos
Lay em down
To watch the guns go plow
Ese whittier wanna do?
Another body get found
In platoons
Serve it call it balloons
Kush spliffs by the bricks
And now it's time to pursue
What's next?
Two steps ahead of the feds
Ozone's of that coke and that crystal meth
A money launder
Although I sit & I ponder
With an infrared beam
Heat 22 walter
In a charger
All black like stacey's
Ese swift like zapata
Mathufucka don't make me
Rip your chest off
Arms laced with this teflon
Equivalent to witchcraft
Homie you're dead wrong
I'm poison
Leave you drippin' wet
As you worsen
South east to the west
We the best with some choices
[Chorus]

[verse 3: Wicked]
Soy el primer pandillero, to control a verse
Rebuke your curse, or live in hell with thirst
Creep through the block, evil lurks
I’m quick to burst, no hesitation
Your destination hurts
Strap on my hip, extra clips
On my pissing tips
My side is sick, quick to trip
You better not slip
Unloading rounds out to hit
Cross my path you get lit
The truth I spit
It’s harder than it’s ever gon get
So watch me now homie
As I commence to creep
Without a sound slowly
The info dot’s discrete
I’m a product of the streets
Santeros on my sleeve
Before the hood devours me
Lord won’t you help me please
Survive the game
Before I can’t come back
From going insane
My history shows that
The street I bang
Will bust when pedo cracks
Wicked Loc the Brownsider
Dripping gangsta rap
[Chorus]

Órale, yeah that’s right
What’s up G-Rabbs
What’s up Big Wicks
Ain’t nobody gonna ever do it like this
Notorious Charlie Brown baby
It’s how we do it loco
Ces from the west putting it down homie