Conejo

Conejo - No Rest For The Wicked lyrics

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You know I stay putting work, doing my dirt
Yeah, and all of you out there love it
That's guaranteed 
At my waist, la nueve me fallo
And all around the country they receiving the clavo
Yega flete, el negocio ya crese
Sercas a la muerte peligroso no entres
When the shit go down, the genis will sound
My heat go boom to the click cawam
This struggle hard, and put it all on the line
Definition of ah Don take ah look in my life
Me rifo la vida, se oyen sirenas
Pandilleros traficando es lo que dise la dea
Al infierno los mando, porque tengo comandos
Siendo lineas de perico, y sigo tomando
So shut your mouth, cus I beat you with gats
I'm on some out of town shit and your ass gonna 
whack
Ah father less child is what I made your son
Slow down muthufucker or your clica get done
No rest for the wicked, no chronic brakes
Do you really wanna know what the fuck's at stake
Just stay true homie, and make your mark
Saw ah dog in the park where them bullets gon' spark
Los federales, know that we got jale
Detuvieron heroina pero todo se vale
I shoot 'em up, ese ya me conocen
Killing muthufuckers honde sea que se esconden
I just wanna know, you gon' ride with me?
Let's do this then
I don't like keeping muthufuckers waiting
Come on
Do the stilo macario, nos amenasan 
Territorio es mi varrio y les tiendo la trampa
Calleron, las calles yenas de sangre
Hache Pe Ese honde quiera que hande
The toke poet, I spent ah sentenced to death
Homie that's how I get 'em uncut respect 
Half stepping, and vatos get stabbed
The streets know my fam the notorious gang
I roam the land, ese con mis socios
Tiramos a matar homie yo lo conosco
No se diga, en el condado de Los
Ese anything you want coca chiva or smoke
Daddy's home, with the fucking raw
I'm not for play, I'm not for talk
My latin lingo, be on the news
First round KO or ah bullet wound
No rest for the wicked, no chronic brakes
Do you really wanna know what the fuck's at stake
Just stay true homie, and make your mark
Saw ah dog in the park where them bullets gon' spark
Los federales, know that we got jale
Detuvieron heroina pero todo se vale
I shoot 'em up, ese ya me conocen
Killing muthufuckers honde sea que se esconden
Cool homie, tell me which one of this muthufuckers 
wanna see me though
I know it's not here my boy
I tear that ass to shreds
Yeah
They don't really, want it with us
Two of us pull up and we fixing to bust
They hit the pavement, they was at thee arraignment
Seen the mug shot said he gave 'em ah statement
Don't play with Satan, unless you ah mason
Make ah phone call and I'll have your location
You ah patient, fighting for your life
On ah hospital bed, won't make it tonight
Your covered in white, you look like ah ghost
Detectives pull up and they telling your folks
This ain't ah joke, I need ah hundred of those
And fifty of this, plus some ecstacy volts
I got ah client on hold from the opposite coast
And he ain't going home till I bring 'im ah load
That's worth more than gold drug market get flooded
And that's how every business in the ghetto get 
funded
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Language: English

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