the vampires

, well, did you bring me my money, my cab fare, my new shoes?, i got expenses, you know, where's my weekly dues?, i ain't giving you my fucking money. oye, mother fucker, where's this jibaro from?, you go when i say. i call, you come. you know it takes a strong man to survive. it ain't no accident that you're still alive. we stand for the neighborhood, he still lives with his mami, but he sneaks down, a coolie in the shadow of the playground, you want to fight for your people, don't you, sal?, well, yeah, if i got to. oh, you got to. come here, i want to show, you something. this is the cave of the vampires, count dracula's castle, the very sight could turn a white man grey. made in the shade, use my umbrella, black like the night we fly in. that blade is all you need to keep the dogs away. so, you want to be a vampire, man! that's good. we always looking for young blood in the, neighborhood now, carlos apache collects the dues, so you bring us something that we can use, if you got the balls, then come on, mette mano. if you got the balls, then come on, mette mano. frenchy cordero goes down to hell's kitchen, to sell the irish some weed, so this paddy boy's mother on the stoop, starts bitchin', 'bout spies is a mongrel breed, now here comes her son, he looks like a ton of corned beef, floating in beer, he says, 'fucking puerto rican dope-dealing punk, get your shit-brown ass out of here.', 'fucking puerto rican dope-dealing punk, get your shit-brown ass out of here.', we stand for the neighborhood. so the shanty-town irish they kicked his ass good. fractured his collar bone, cono, all i was thinking is, 'what home of the brave?, this a fucking war zone', if you got the balls, then come on, mette mano, we stand for the neighborhood. if you got cojones, come on, mette mano, we stand for the neighborhood, if you got the balls, then come on, mette mano, we stand for the neighborhood. if you got cojones, come on, mette mano