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The state's called New Mexico
Among the gangsters
The ♥♥♥♥♥♥'s fame is inflated
'Cause of the new drug they created
They say the color is blue
And the quality pure
This potent drug's runnin'
Through the city
And no one could stop it
If they wanted to
The cartel's runnin' hot because
They weren't getting respect
Talkin' 'bout some "Heisenberg"
Who owns the market now
No one knows the man since
They've never seen his face
The cartel's 'bout respect
And they ain't forgiving
But that homie's dead
He just doesn't know it yet