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conejo - another murder in los lyrics

this muthuf-ckers don’t wanna learn you know what
i’m saying
i killed them on that revenge served cold
i killed them on that devils playground
i tore them b-tches apart in that antichrist mix
tape
want me to do it to them again
f-ck it

another murder in los another vato got smoked
he thought he had jokes now the vatos ah ghost
i’m so loco, off that purple toke
ese homies should’v blasted when the reaper
approached
f-ck your call me, you b-tches try to surround me
and i still walk up and put 5 in the swap meet
the mix tape slayed you, your own streets played you
odm make her run up was the vato that made you
ain’t no sleeping fish cus i don’t let up
ese all up in your ear with that westside talk
the tention mounts, and your mind ain’t right
ese problems with conejo get you murked on sight
this ain’t beef on wax this beef with stacks
with ah f-cken sawed off till your streets taped off
you f-cken soft, and that’s coming from them
so all your p-ssy -ss soldiers better hit the deck

another murder in los i hear the sirens come close
ese choppers in the air time for me to get ghost
i ignore them, when they tell me to freeze
boy make ah wrong move and your holster to squeeze
i kept going, got in the get away car
ah black 7 45 i lit the chronic cigar
exhale, cus i ain’t going to jail
ese grab the nextel and chirp bugsy in h-ll

oh no, homie this ain’t that
ain’t no bluffing muthuf-cker put your body in the
bag
cus maria had ah son showing criminal ways
og’s payed the way for me to get my cake
got something on your chest then boy you should
handle
my gang affiliation ese can’t be desmantle
2 g homies for ah lame to see
this that real hood life not ah f-cken scene
in your whack -ss video with your b-tch -ss dawgs
i’m cannibal rising back to whacking them off
cus me and this 9 ese equal the violence
of ah weaker homicides and some prison riots
dead silence, from the vatos hating
on some nightmare sh-t like my name was graving
f-ck ah snake foo they got me catching the chain
so within this prison walls i’m ’bout to brake out
this cage

mugaslo, pull 50 g’s out the stash
get my fake driver licenses and id’s and p-ssports
you know where to meet me at
make sure you ain’t got no tail homie

- conejo lyrics

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