conejo - that real shit pt. 2 lyrics
what’s good, it’s west los, you heard?
live fast, die young, c-o-n that real sh-t
me, i go the f-ck in, and you know this
notorious enemy, felony case, is in the motherf-cking building
c-o-n that real sh-t, check it
[verse 1: conejo]
i can take out your labels rasta, them fake motherf-ckers, certified imposters
walk around with the m-r six, incase a charkle want to get us for them stashed up bricks[?]
that’s a boop-bap inside your head, ese wake your -ss up before they find you dead
my revolver don’t jam, my revolver don’t jam
leave a hole in your skull just cus i can
this is beast mode with the gangster code
foo seen me disappear into a private road
walk of fiera, that’s where i’m at in my life
out of sight i ignite, b-tch i run this reign
i’m in your dreams, nightmare producer
i outmaneuver all these vatos on my schwinn beach cruiser
manslaughter right where you stand then i might od off the sh-t i slam
i’m telling you homie, these foos ain’t no threat
just check the resumé, my sh-t is cl-ssic
got them steady waiting for that next release
but you know how that go, gotta make these albums epic
c-o-n that real sh-t, that’s all they want to hear
[verse 2: conejo]’
the crowd react to big c-mack
i’m trapped in this music so you better adapt
yo soy leyenda, you get money with mine
give a f-ck what they say, i spit powerful lines
i ain’t worried about none of these lames
cause i ain’t got to prove, i don’t play those games
i’m crack, born over the stove
ese seven pounds of ice that got you freezing below
hold up though, i bust at your comeback
war pact jumped out and got you under attack
these foos hate, their sideline busted
so i bust another u and do a block adjustment
not impressed of all this mess, instead i’m doing reps on an incline bench
i got bars like the county jail
and these narcotic rhymes is what i got to sell
yeah, i got you rocking out to this raw package
leaning to this felony case musika
foo i let it be known, c-o-n that real sh-t
yeah, that’s all i give these motherf-ckers
i belong here, these foos is gone
[verse 3: conejo]
i got many recipes but to be a fee, that’s how you advance to a higher degree
i dip out after i peel that, if you could relate then i know you feel that
i could fit in for the crown cause i was chief, the game was almost gone before i gave them relief
i’m from the streets, that means i ship you away
i don’t waste time, i do it right away
the notorious tribe is the one i rep
you see the black tec-9, silhouette
ffrrpphh when the supressor be on
no-one heard a thing foo the game is calm
you come upon when you should have withdrawn
any last words before you’re gone?
i’m official, it’s muerto fiend forever
so any motherf-cker get their cranium severed
yeah, it’s that c-o-n real sh-t, i said that real sh-t
i stepped it up, i set the tone for this motherf-cker
i don’t lose a step, i go at them, twice as hard
gangsterific, ski-mask boy
felony case, the gates of h-ll, muzika asesina
rollcall, we out
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