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conejo – the sur is one blood pt. 2 lyrics

[intro]
conejo – los west side harpys
muerto fin tiny locos
calle dos cinco
for all the camaradas out there
check this shit out homie

[verse 1]
no introduction
to the angel of death
ese 2 kalashnikovs
pointed at your head
we the deepest
in the pen we war
with the bloods, crips, asians
and them lames up north
i said the sur is one blood
like that anti-christ
ese m-th-f-ckers know
they could loose there life
so one more time
for the streets that raised me
them triple o.g.’s
that kept the scene so crazy
bullets grazed me
it didn’t phase me
but it drove me to a war
were detectives found casings
and cases
that were being hand out
cause that all seeing eye
had this shit planned out
the f-cken l.a.p.d
is out there setting us up
they instigating our wars
then they gaffle us up
but now we in the system
ese all as one
so pay attention m-th-f-cker
how this shit get done

[hook]
i said the sur is one blood
no matter where you from
you better get with the program
cause the pressures a ton
i’m with that s-u-r
county, state or the feds
blue rag m-th-f-ckers
sticking vatos in red
i said the sur is one blood
ain’t no enemies
just street rival k!llers
that’ll ride for me
and i’ll ride for them
if there’s a war in the pen
if i don’t make it out the battle
they’ll be 8 of them dead

[verse 2]
west siders
you know they getting they money
and all l.a. gangs
got they enemies running
all sinners
in that 213
a bunch a bad -ss vatos
having spreads in the county
i’m from harpys
you know the hood i claim
ese dead end tiny loco
hoover park with the gang
cm – tm
tks and duques
your ten man gang
wanna bang and i shoot this
sm 13
culver city & venice
ese inglewood trece
and them tepa’s and lennox
i’m a menace
call me the angel of death
m-th-f-ckers better crawl
and bullet proof their neck
and to them fools
that grew across the nation
el salvadorian barrio
send your -ss on vacation
the resurrection
i no you hear what i’m saying
this my l.a. gang style
we pull up and we spraying

[verse 3]
big hazzard
and them evergreen’s
them barrio van nuys
vineland boys stack cheese
them east side trece
and them c-1-4’s
hawaiian gardens
put the strap to your dome
then sangra & pasa
come strolling in
o.g. veteranos
doing life in the pen
but this is when
thee other cars get panic
cause how they gonna handle
a hispanic planet
east side – west side – longo
and all gardena
ese 2-o-4 street
will smoke your -ss with a nina
santa ana
holding down o.c
them 805 chiques
ovs – i.e
black angels
and them national city’s
coach-lla’s and bakers
vatos running they city
oh what a pity
if you got beef with us
cause we the deepest in the pinta
you a joke to us

[conejo]
this for all the south siders
in the joint
listening to this right now
know what i’m sayin
we the deepest motherf-ckers
on the yard anywhere
s-u-r you better ask somebody

- conejo lyrics

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