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conejo - gunshots lyrics

[verse 1: conejo]
i tried to close my eyes
and get some sleep
when i heard a whole clip
let off on the street
it sound like a mac
or maybe a tec
i jumped out of bed
and i went to check
it was a crip on the block
that got hit by the 20’s
as long as its not me
i ain’t giving a f-ck
or who they came for
that’s what the west side like
m-th-f-ckers don’t like it
they get k!lled tonight
whole gangs took flight
on other gangs
and every few minutes
we heard them things
so for instance
i pin pointed the distance
i could tell you right now
if they ended existence
not a witness
but the streets is my business
it’s like i’m doing physics
checking missile ballistics
wanna risk it
then bring your -ss on down
gangsterville california
body bagging you clowns

[hook]
i’m hearing gun shots
everywhere that i go
ese vatos out to handle
do there dirt in the zone
serving zones
of that raw -ss blow
ese china white / tar
that ephedrine ain’t far
i’m hearing gun shots
and f-cken sirens from cops
ese helicopters hover
over bodys that’s dropped
bop – bop
they said a pig got popped
p.d. is out to k!ll us
so them shots won’t stop

[verse 2: conejo]
there’s something about
that shady lp
that m-th-f-ckers recognize
when they hearing a g
i spit the rules of the game
and checked some lames
and everytime i drop
is what the album contain
some of the realest
f-cken spoken word
homie scarface2
got you bagging that herb
got you bagging that white
got you cooking that ice
m-th-f-ckers want a 100
we could lower the price
more gun shots
at your recording session
yes i k!lled em
but you get no confession
f-ck with my lawyer
his name smith & wesson
i could give you a lesson
how to reach for the weapon
blauuuuuuuw
i know you f-cken saw
how it entered his chest
and it exit his jaw
my sh-t raw ese
your son call me pops
ese popped em with glock
94 on the block

[hook]

[verse 3: sleepy malo]
i heard a shot
just around my block
another shot
at the parking lot
it’s time to ride
like a roller coaster
the next shot
just kept getting closer
close enough
to call his bullsh-t bluff
kick the door
my daughters run behind
a hilary duff poster
hide some 50. cal coaster
speed loaders
in the shoulder hoster
like a flip
f-cking with my clip
i pull stunts
like back flips
and blow up some sh-t
crack a line
just to pay far enough to fee
all i see is flashbacks
from a war on the street
back in the days
when i played
forland in the mix
i never seen the bullets fly
but i seen how they hit
from the east side
in the p.a.c
with gun shots
on the cops
don’t mean sh-t to me

[hook]

[outro]
sleepy malo, you here homie?

- conejo lyrics

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