You aint got enuff bullets
 To see me bleed
 You fire up the crowd
 Down three miss me
 You wanna dis my barrio
 Homie think again
 Streetlife
 You get laced with lead
 I carcked your ribs
 Cause you wore a vest
 Your mind got blown
 When you stepped in zone
 Alcapone
 Ese was my mentor
 So I check muthafuckers
 From the back to center
 conejo
 Ese gang affiliated
 Vatos hesitated
 So they got decapitated
 Slapped like a bitch
 To make it clear
 I'm that vato slamming carga
 Smoking primos in the rear
 That's real
 Eternal tattoo tears
 I'm a bird of prey
 That hunts on fear
 Ese gotta go
 Fast not slow
 I'm a dead man walking
 When I take a Stroll.

 (hook/Chorus)

 (verse two)
 You wont stand a chance
 Against this west los ganga
 Enemigas break it down
 Because they get no chansa
 Dam homie
 These vatos they don't know me
 Lets ride baby boy
 Cause I heard there coming for me
 Serio
 I get critical with mines
 So I down muthafuckers
 To the day that I die
 Tonite
 I said tonite is the night
 I get busy with my strap
 Bury bodys tonite
 My shade is brown
 Toxtli get down
 I make three wishes
 My first is a pound
 The second a key
 The third is ten g's
 I buy weapons with my feria
 So I spray these flees
 Rest in piss
 What kind of war is this
 Rattle snakes they hiss
 Flying bullets never miss
 Pero
 Its gotta be like that
 Your ass fucked up
 You get robbed and stabbed.

 (hook/chorus)

 (verse three)
 Heroin kicks in
 Releaves the tension
 Wicked women come in
 Releave the tension
 These broads want coke
 So I call the connection
 Theres a price they gotta pay
 For the fucken attention
 That's right homegril
 Aint nada for free
 Its not like your my righteous
 Or my wife to be
 Your mans a punk
 I'm eternal I'm a rider
 L.A. county jail to the joint
 I'm a southsider.

 (hook/chorus)
 I remember you homie
 From back in the day
 Switched sides with the law
 You walked I stayed
 Now I'm out on the calles
 Here to get my issue
 I'm a catch you slippin
 And I'm a pistal wip you
 I remember you homie
 From back in the day
 When your ass turned snitch
 Like a bitch you fled
 Five years later
 Back to settle the score
 Automatic up your ass
 You aint the homie no more.

 Written by:conejo on the 91 fwy
 Recorded and produced by:odm of lighter shade of brown
 At the brown royal studio. corona,ca
 Mixed by:anne catalino at paramount studios. Hollywood,ca
 Mastered By:mark reagan at d.a.s. sherman oaks,ca