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conejo – got you in my raps lyrics

[intro]
if there’s something on your mind
believe
(what’s up c-o-n?)
and you feel you want to shake it
(its your boy g man)
(i just had to come through with this)
let it go and let it fall
(that’s right)
leave it but you don’t have to chase it
(we ain’t gotta chase nothin’)
l-l-l-l-l-l
l-l-l-l

[verse 1]
l.a
i got you in my raps
like a trigger man keep
hollow points in his gat
green backs
and many set backs
muthaf-ckas out of line
best believe i check that
i’m sane now
it lay heavy on my mind
that’s why this d boy
homie always on the grind
all the time
i be smoking this yerba
all these weak -ss b-tches
me pelan la verga
recognize their get up
playa been at war
you could download a couple
at the itunes store
i’m a fugitive rapper
the best rapper alive
the blocks stay hot
but i’m built to survive
and c mack 11
is the name i go by
smoke & patron dog
up in the g ride
i pull up to the curb
unload a clip & step
misdemeanor death threat
leave you dead on the set
and my poetry known
in the state & in the feds
by some real muthaf-ckas
not your average head
you not like me
i go to enemy turf
ese locked & loaded
i do my dirt
so play my shit
if you a dj
if not i’ll introduce
my f-cken ak
see down low
i’m scarface dos
mister angel of death
blowing cali dro
i start riots
and burn down cities
this is hell on earth
she tat my name on her titty
i know crack
and homie this is crack
ese gang signs up
h-p-s on my back
i’m on it
these are battlefield lyrics
i feel like i’m flying
with the ancient spirits
but wait
a girl popping that pussy
she a bad little b-tch
let me f-ck her – excuse me
i see the car
before the storm
west side rhyme spit
loco this hardcore
the cannon point it
got ’em in my sight
i hustle over here
territory is mine
i live phat
but gotta watch for the rats
cause for a piece of cheese
they’ll drop a dime on the trap
you ain’t real
so get on with that
if not muthaf-cka
here’s a poisonous snail
i’m the hidden hand
behind it all
ese underground king
with k!llers on call
so walk on by
or you’ll die on my street
ese take a good look
i’m novacane to the beat
hit the deck
lethal weapons on deck
this is mind over matter
ghetto intellect
yeah
you got something to prove
you’s a dumb muthaf-cka
cause i bust on you
for the profit
i’ll bring the drama
homie c rap in danger
i got body armor
gotta do this
to the radio suckas
send ’em up the river
in a wooden coffin
i’m coca boy
even my conscious white
i snort a whole kilo
almost every night
that’s life
got a porn star wife
i put my d-ck in her
that’s what she likes

[outro]
undisputed
c-o-n aka the living legend
ernie g
high caliber – notorious enemy

- conejo lyrics

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