Conejo

Conejo - Step On The Premises lyrics

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When I step on the premises, they say I'm venomous
Fucking with my label, I'm your nemesis
Sending messages in form of kites
Stomp his ass out in my all white Nikes
When I step on the premises, I leave no evidence
I'm blocking off for the muthufucking entrances
And my sentences can't be matched
C Rocka's on the prowl bodies bound to be snatched
Stab by ah lifer long shot from ah sniper
That's my range, you decipher
What type of death, from C Mac
When I floss the gat, they get heart attack
Small change, coming out their pockets 
This ah ghetto two eleven 
I'm the master of puppets
Sawless make you leave town
Ese come back thumping, I love that sound
PA! PA! PA! PA! 
Violet your space, come with the territory 
It's ah rat you waste 
El Campo Santo, a los muertos le canto
Twelve O'clock midnight, se acabo el descanso 
With that rara, hundred round
I'm the undisputed champ ese pound for pound
Conejo, I'm ah king to you
My thumb been established since ninety-two
I leave you leaking, coming out of your meeting
What happened to your boys is what I keep on repeating
So don't, get me upset
Cause I'll let loose the pits with the loaded Tech's
Who's next, that wanna meet their fate
You wanna talk business let's conversate
If their's money to make, let's hook it up
But if you snitch on the ink
They'll stitch em up
Ese three hours later, we shoot them up
Ese walking out the doctor with the fucking tuck
Jo to, is what the homie said
They was playing with fire, that's why they end up dead
I get the job done, nine to five
But I put in ethu, that over time
Everything is on the line in this world of mine
You know where it's at 
It's the realm of crime
When I step on the premises, they say I'm venomous
Fucking with my label, I'm your nemesis
Sending messages in form of kites
Stomp his ass out in my all white Nikes
When I step on the premises, I leave no evidence
I'm blocking off for the muthufucking entrances
And my sentences can't be matched
C Rocka's on the prowl bodies bound to be snatched
Listen in this game everything is territorial my boy
You cross that line and you ah dead muthufucker
I guarantee you
Ce O Ene, signing off
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Language: English

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