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