In the big sierra we three monkeys come
We head out equipped with an order to kill
If they get in the way they know the consequence
My kids are alert, they roll in armored rides
Something lights up in that caravan and they already know which one
They wear a green light and that’s how we stand out, under my dad’s command
In that swarm they pull out the Barrett
Tahoes with plates to bring the fight
3-0-8 is the caliber I carry
When I'm patrolling, also with a SCAR
For Barrett blasts, blowing up rivals
Nobody escaped, I made sure of that
The 109’s already scarred here from so many f*cking hits
We face off, honestly almost daily, I go up front
To shoot at them, rain bullets on them
They didn’t escape, I made sure
And why not, and why not?
I rob a cello like the one they took from us
When the war started, they saw the big show
Pancho too, it was a lot of gunshots
It withstood a Barrett shot, the plate came off
In the closet I’ve got my vest and military clothes
If they give the order, drop the location, 'cause I'll get there quick
AKs thundered, a sh*tload of bullets
Burned trucks, faceless bodies
Afraid of nothing, their time had come
I shot them and nothing’s left
And why not, and why not?