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conejo – do you know who we are lyrics

[intro]
let me ask you this
do you know who we are?
capital c-o-n
that’s my homeboy ernie g right there
notorious enemy
high caliber exclusive
feel me

[hook]
do you know who we are?
we spray the f-ck out your car
it’s that l.a. city drama
ese wherever you are
what it is right now
mask on blast on
its a tense situation
when its on its on
do you know who we are?
ask your dead homeboys
how we fill them cemeteries
we the real mccoy’s
how you know dog?
we got the -rs-nal
crooked cops wanna jack
desi 50 go pop

[verse 1]
executions of power
so many felonies done
them heavy duty bosses
don’t forget how its done
got white got brown
got meth got crack
and it really ain’t over
till your -ss get whacked
f-ck danger dog
so there’s nothing to fear
ain’t no room for no errors
cause them k!llings is real
don’t under estimate
we got them nickel plates
i pop out the el co
bust five in your face
then i slide through the west
with a colombian hoe
ese 52 birds
in every state were sold
cause if you wanna get high
i’ll attend to that
we connected gang felons
ain’t no turning us back
so i rob from the rich
so i could get rich
be a m-th-f-cking shame
find your -ss in a ditch
anything could be fixed
its like taking a p-ss
i touchdown with my boys
and we murdering sh-t

[verse 2]
get your -ss on the floor
don’t you see the chrome?
death is coming for you b-tches
i reclaim my throne
m-ss murder m-th-f-cka
any way i decide
cap peela drug dealer
all my enemies die
i’ve been to the game
a wanted man
i’m p-ssed going mad
from the drugs in my past
then sh-t hit the fan
also hit the floor
even though he wore a vest
he got peeled with four
tipped off from the fire
the source showed a leak
a grim reaper visit
to a snitch on the street
cold stares
from the murderous one
drugged up spitting game
how the sh-t get done
sn-tched chains
to sn-tching birds of caine
i spit the fatal sh-t
the sickest rhymes in the game
semi-autos
i leave em twisted
they wished they had a case
but someone k!lled the witness

[verse 3]
ain’t trying to be broke
so its time to smoke
homie any individual
with them squares of c-ke
invitation to your grave
meet the rest of the dead
you fly around high
missing part of your head
where traders get sent
to the other world
we sniff the purest white
transport through the world
you get the chills
from these dead end streets
play my sh-t
when you’re k!lled
caravan in them fleets
don’t your forget it
we dedicated with k’s
-ss-ssinating all my rivals
k!lling one a day
they must be crazy dog
cause if them fools come close
we spray the f-ck out them burbans
pack them funeral homes
no toleration
these some deadly words
where the bullsh-t ain’t permitted
learned that from tar
who’s turn?
cause hollow points they burn
paramedics couldn’t save em
bl–dy shirts on the curb

[hook 2]
do you know who we are?
we spray the f-ck out your car
it’s that l.a. city drama
ese wherever you are
what it is right now
mask on blast on
its a tense situation
when its on its on

- conejo lyrics

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