Conejo

Conejo - Till Death Do Us Part lyrics

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Imagine that little homey

A world without drogas

Vatos would get high off of letting teflon bullets fly

Till death do us part



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With the stroke of my venom, I say let's ride again

Till death do us part, I'm gonna make this end

Got the older veteranos that'll back my play

Put a shank in your back with nothing to say

Enemigas wanna die, I say let's ride again

There will be no hesitation, I've been waiting in vain

Strange, why do they play these games

When it's all about your hustle, heroin, speed, cocaine



Where will I end up when all this unfolds

In the joint doing life, paralyzed, I don't know

The way that things are going, shit is getting is shady

Fucking every broad, including homies' ladies

Emotional slaughter when I'm heavily sedated

Gave birth to a menace, look what the streets created

Armageddon, ese dreams and illusions

I'm the master of your wishes, put it down so vicious

Love my girl and my mom, and when they're gone

Everything that was right will turn to wrong

So don't you try to cross me, double cross me

The times are really hard but I kill for this money

Turn down in the pages till the day I'm paroled

To these bitch ass haters, let's go blow for blow

Eternal endings that'll count your dope

Got the hood strung out, gotta get your own



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Moving with the force of wind

Knocking bullets in your system, your chest cave in

Transfer, all day to recover

A trunk full of dope coming over the border

Replacement killers aligned in arms

I don't give a fuck, battlewounds and scars

Causing panic cuz my hunger is solid

Your poor state of mind got the drogas you wanted

Unconsciencely I'm sinning, beginning to win

I toss lethal bullets when I spray mack tens

Santana's Greatest Hits in a '63 bumps

Throwing gang signs with no tears of a clown

I'll get a tat on my head that covers it all

Got a bad ass bitch that fucks them all

She's all about the paper and so am I

So I tax that bitch on my natural high



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Raised in design where you had to be strong

Theatrical debate, there's death at dawn

Touched on axis, I got you all faxes

Slipping into darkness when the drum be tax this

Drogas, I got them raw

Fuck what you saw, put a bullet in your jaw

You get wet or you get stuck in a pen

With a nine inch shank that was dipped in lead

The way to get this money is simple and plain

Gotta cop a clavo, heroin, speed, cocaine

The way to get these broads is simple and plain

X for the sex and the rest is game

That's right dog I call this home

These vatos contemplate us so I watch this full of papers

Serio, we engage in riots

So if you're out of town ese don't even try it



Check it out perro

This goes out to all them caniving ass vatos

Trying to creep and crawl

They get gunned down

And this goes out to all them poisonous snakes

That know what time it is

You know why

Cuz they won't be pleased until they see us go to battle

Que no

Motherfuckers don't want guerra

They overdose on the spot

That's what I'm talking about

What the calle



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