Conejo

Conejo - My Territory lyrics

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HaHa you know I'm saying 
it be like from block to block
from hood to hood we do this
X2    The Devil broke loose in my fucking mind
Ese telling me to choose between the glock and the Uz
The first when we killing ese don't say nothing
It's ah hell of ah night to do some dumping
Cuz we always in deploy for territory 
Have mercy on my soul then pass the joint and ah forty
I'm free as the wind I'm the running man
You could call me the hustler Germany to Japan
Mama told me they'll be days like this 
I reminisce then I piss then I light my cig 
Fuck ah pig he want ah piece of the turf
But he ain't from around he ain't knowing the work
They gave me birth I'ma do my dirt 
Red alert I assert and your lady's a flirt
Got my hand up her skirt she load out dirty
Homie turn the bitch out have me crossing them birdies 
There was thirty in the fucking box
The varrio making money when them rocks get chopped
My territory is full of dead end streets
and we don't know them people Caravan and them fleets
It never changed ain't no lays in Sunday 
Ese killers stay away and they floss that conflict 
Territory I'm from way back there 
Homie in the city shit that connecting the fed
Should'v could'v but your soul was taken 
Muthufuckers smoking weed to calm the hatred 
I'm creeping nightly 
They start singing their song about ah unsong kibble 
and the gay he belongs 
Circle the block then I shoot up their house
This fairy tale rappers get the dick in they mouth
Heavy D's about some land that's claimed 
I pull my heat out after I eagle our name
I call it sane brake out the heroin spoons
No place of pollution some notorious crew
Here it goes fatal dreams part two
It's too late little homies better stick to your crew
That's how I feel I'm just keeping it real
Rana seen you at the spot dawg gripping the steel
Crazy times the nun's wearing ah wire
Ese undercover buyers that's two face liars 
They inspire upstate winning price
Homie thirty times staff from the towers they fire
My territory is full of dead end streets
and we don't know them people Caravan and them fleets
It never changed ain't no lays in Sunday 
Ese killers stay away and they floss that conflict 
Territory I'm from way back there 
Homie in the city shit that connecting the fed
Should'v could'v but your soul was taken 
Muthufuckers smoking weed to calm the hatred 
X2     Gang size you know what time it is
It's the evil man do when they handle their busi.
It's like the homie joker said
this is for my gang bangers 
West West
mi territorio 
ya estuvo
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Language: English

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