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conejo – im on some real shit lyrics

[intro]
this big g rabbs homie
scarface2, you know i’m saying?
i’m tell you how the f-ck it was
and how the f-ck it really is
so sit back & relax
enjoy this f-cken primo
i’m a take you deep in the zone
this for you homeboy

[verse 1]
since i started this sh-t
and that was long ago
it was me, venom, evil
and the homeboy pelon
and a couple of others
they know who they are
we was rapping at them parties
like some h-p-s stars
for the hood
that was my only fans
till the demo started leaking
to the rest of the gangs
the l.a. found out
about the best kept secret
young trukos from the west
was the demo they seeking
gangsterific
if it was dope you would sniff it
put its a bag of that purple
so like marley i twist one
in the system
i wrote that shady lp
telling homies in the car
i’m a rep them g
and now they see
that it wasn’t b-s
a shout out to the homies
in the pens in t-s
doing big things
they started record labels
ese all up in the session
money stacks on the table

[hook]
i’m on some real sh-t
tell me what the f-ck you on
m-th-f-ckers know its on
when they hearing my song
i’m on some real sh-t
tell me where the f-ck you at
ese vatos they get panicked
when they see my strap
i’m on some real sh-t
tell me where the f-ck you been
from the station to the county
i was shipped to the pen
i’m on some real sh-t
tell me what the f-ck this is
so we could meet up in the calles
g handle this biz

verse 2:
i started having dreams
of making it big
i was rapping in the mirror
f-cking pointing that smith
i’m making hits
but they were only local
ese homies drugged up
memorized all the vocals
i wasn’t solo
but still life so hard
that m-th-f-cker lose focus
of where you are
and i could say for a certain
that i been p-rs-s
that p dog smoke
i exhaled out my chest
then i came back stronger
each & every time
ese f-ck the game up
with my tactical rhymes
you can’t find
another g like this
that’ll spit it so froze
on some west side sh-t
f-ck the business
they never thought i would make it
and them bums that you sign
i could tell you they faking
from beginning to the end
i never follow the trend
i just get more doe
from the jale i sent

[hook]

[verse 3]
i knew i had it locked
for my boys that was locked
ese up in the pen
plus the streets non-stop
ese heavy rotation
on the underground circuit
so them mainstream b-tches
trying to peep how i work it
it was simple
my basic formula
m-th-f-cker try to bite
and i’m storming ya
so f-ck with this
and revolt the sh-t
then trip little homie
how i west sider spit
then play this
the h-double o-d
og convicts
and them lapd’s
cause they’re hot on the trail
they got intel
that my narcotic raps
they doc-ment sales
this rhyming
on another level
vatos sound thee alarm
its like provoking the devil
i know you vibing
off my latest release
on how a vato make war
till they resting in p-ss

[hook]

[outro]
na i’m sayin’?
woo, its like that homie
yeah, i give all you m-th-f-ckers the blues
i’m on some real sh-t

- conejo lyrics

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