[Hook] BLS, you get no mercy on wax, Sucker MC’s step back, you get smacked. East L.A., we don’t play, that’s fact, One wrong color and you might get jacked. [Verse I] BLS, you get no mercy on wax, Sucker MC’s got me pissed, I react. East L.A. streets ain’t no joke, Wrong corner rolled, and your future’s broke. Always strapped, gold Dayton’s spin slow, Drop-top Impala, cruising Whittier low. Young thugs wildin’, gang signs in the air, Life on the block, death waiting right there. [Hook] BLS, you get no mercy on wax, Sucker MC’s step back, you get smacked. East L.A., we don’t play, that’s fact, One wrong color and you might get jacked. [Verse II] Concrete jungle with the cop lights flash, Living fast, life gone in a clash. No second chances, the street runs cold, Stories of the barrio never get told. Corporate sharks bleed the block so dry, Pay with your soul just to get by. East L.A. roots, this the message we send, BLS on wax, no mercy till the end. [Hook – Repeat] BLS, you get no mercy on wax, Sucker MC’s step back, you get smacked. East L.A., we don’t play, that’s fact, One wrong color and you might get jacked. [Outro – Spoken, raw] Black Label Syndicate. East L.A. forever. No mercy. No quit. This is BLS.
