Conejo

Conejo - Protect The Territory lyrics

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Protect the territory it's for the glory
Go ahead and spark ah blunt to my gangster story
Ah gangster story, read ah chapter at night
'Bout some ruthless muthufuckers that'll kill you on 
sight
And we deep, we already here
Ese baby's being born that are bred to kill
I want ah mill, that's thee American Dream
I'll do anything to get it even get extreme
Musical themes, that cater to your ear
Ese gon' for ah second then I reappear
You better steer, ese clear from here
Cus the block is all I got and I hold it dear
That's real, and this is truth
That's why I slaughter microphones when I'm in the 
booth
I'm with the youth, that's running wild
The hood is my father I'm ah foster child
He was robbing the connect, and with his plan
We was here for the dope and the feria stash
But the jewelry of guns, we'll take 'em too
One got loose and he pulled his duece
The neighbors called the cops when they heard the 
blast
Ah shoot out in the dark seen the spark from the 
gats
He ran towards the window, so he could jump out
We exchange several shots this foo was down for his 
spot
He lost his life, ese trying to escape
I got shot in my leg but I got that cake
Time to break, this block full of snakes
I heard the choppers coming, I knew the stakes
I dipped out the back Petey's rushed the front
On the 1 o 1 south holmes smoking ah blunt
But I'm bleeding, I need ah morphine trip
The Nextel chirp fire bread off the hip
Protect the territory it's for the glory
Go ahead and spark ah blunt to my gangster story
Ah gangster story, read ah chapter at night
'Bout some ruthless muthufuckers that'll kill you on 
sight
And we deep, we already here
Ese baby's being born that are bred to kill
I want ah mill, that's thee American Dream
I'll do anything to get it even get extreme
Musical themes, that cater to your ear
Ese gon' for ah second then I reappear
You better steer, ese clear from here
Cus the block is all I got and I hold it dear
That's real, and this is truth
That's why I slaughter microphones when I'm in the 
booth
I'm with the youth, that's running wild
The hood is my father I'm ah foster child
Everything went wrong I'm at the under ground clinic
They fix me up quick I tell you this ain't no picnic
But I'm in it, and I'm in it to win it
I'ma tip my cup, ese whip it and flip it
After ah week, we met in my basement
Revenge is in the air, along with some cases
They want us wasted, rolled the joint but I laced it
Muthufuckers wanna kill me took ah hit and I faced 
it
They hit us at the club, in blue Suburbans
Black and so rifles but the driver was nervous
My boys shot back hit 'im right in his side
Ese through the wind shield but the punk didn't die
My boy went down it ain't funny no more
It's like ah high speed chase all the way to the 
morgue
They got their pay back, but the war ain't over
Now our 50 can't sleep looking over this shoulder
Protect the territory it's for the glory
Go ahead and spark ah blunt to my gangster story
Ah gangster story, read ah chapter at night
'Bout some ruthless muthufuckers that'll kill you on 
sight
And we deep, we already here
Ese baby's being born that are bred to kill
I want ah mill, that's thee American Dream
I'll do anything to get it even get extreme
Musical themes, that cater to your ear
Ese gon' for ah second then I reappear
You better steer, ese clear from here
Cus the block is all I got and I hold it dear
That's real, and this is truth
That's why I slaughter microphones when I'm in the 
booth
I'm with the youth, that's running wild
The hood is my father I'm ah foster child
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Language: English

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