[Police officer]

We have in Los Angeles cities about 50,000 gang members and 150,000 wannabes



[Conejo]

Live and direct from Planet Los Angeles

Weed, pills, crack, coke, speed, heroin

Anything you want I got your fix

My eyes stay low, watch your back



Critically acclaimed is all I claim

Drug cartels wanna sell my name

Homey serio, you get hooked like that

Tidal wave coming at you about to sink your raft

This is it, how the West was won

Shaking down all the busters, my word is my bond

In these cinematic streets kingpins and all

Bake a broke ass vato wanna rob them all

I'm on some deep shit if you have any doubts

I'ma flood them with the obvious, my rocks and my clout

I'ma reign supreme in your fatalist dream

Biographical blueprint of a dope fiend scheme

My voice distinct, I'm a lyrical marksman

You run down my alley and my dogs start barking

I said homey don't try to cross mine

No man has succeeded, find them dead on mine



Everywhere I go it's the Devil's playground

Ese vatos being caught, ese vatos being shot

And that's all going down while the city sleeps

So they say, so they say

Don't believe what you hear



Controversy has been predicted

Unforeseen complications, the times are really wicked

Guns blazing, I got work late

My dogs hit it off, bitch vatos get sprayed

Watch the caile, these some pit fights

You get covered in beams by some infared murder lights

What the fuck, you know the rules

Ain't no rules on the street, lame riders get fooled

It be official, these circumstances

Baby got no feria so she gave lap dances

Spark joints laced with weed and coke

I install deadly rhymes in the form of sand storms

Gatos, ese extasy waits

In the street corners for the underground tapes

Urban chaos, it be the sickest

Run around and one, I'ma put you on my hit list



Slight careful with that axe dog

You got the touch of death and you just don't know it

Nobody's home when the feds come knocking que no

Fuck the motherfucking pigs

That's right, watch out



Step back homey, don't wanna smack your ass

With a steel desert eagle, rather blast your ass

Vocabulary tight, you bite you die

My method of accounting make the feria multiply

Chin checking enemigas up and down the coast

Kicking in real slow like the effects of dope

Controlled substance copywritten in blood

Fuck this dope fiend bitch, got her smoking my bud

Now I'm back in the grave that you buried me in

Ese out by twenty fifth ese commiting more sin

Let's get down so I can make you buckle

Ain't no rules in a fight so I grip brassknuckles

Decision final, last round last bout

Young ex-con ese flexing my clout

Then I opened my eyes and I saw it all

Now I stay paranoid like I've been hitting the pipe



I know you vatos can't comprehend the angle that I'm coming at you

See I got camaradas that sit infront of Ice Castles all day

Snorting their life away, my world is a ghetto

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Los Angeles, Los Angeles