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conejo - this gun for hire lyrics

stand up, c came out with his b-tch
muthuf-cker had to drift now his body found stiff
ese real is real, sound track to the street
it’s what made us out here, black chucks on the feet
i stay tramming contemplating ah mill
ese kush in the jar photo ecstacy pills
setting the s-xxor’s, like hoover and adams
give ah f-ck who it is know the varrio get at ’em
i could live in my conviction homie deep in the
slums
i demolish my opponents when i’m speaking on drums
you think twice, about the typical sh-t
ese throats get slit while the ice get lit
rip dome, reminding who i be
it’s the same muthuf-cka on that bootleg 3
so body yourself, and save me the time
i’m cloaked in the favelas writing fugitive rhymes

power make the king not ah g like me
i grew up in the varrio full of poverty
you feel me, you are the same as then
ese even if it was this the streets to the pen
so ven, y te comparto una rima
on how i got payed when i was f-cking with china
mas aloca, cuando cosino la coca
plus the ice that i got, se prende la zona

you dig, ese p-ss me ah cig
thinking way back, when i was ah kid
before i got big i would bust out the regal
the only thing changed now i bust out the reamer
smoke sinos, you still f-cking with nickles
i’m ah erre-15 you ah 22 pistol
you missed though, i’m high as f-ck in the hummer
diko in the front in the back i bust
ripped thoughts, when the mission failed
ese homies getting killed and the rest go to jail
is that it, there’s gotta be more
tyring’a do every b-tch like ah f-cking wh-r-
ah poison mind, ah wicked crime
on some high cl-ss sh-t, spilling that wine
on the ways of ah baller give us drugs and guns
he rosed through the ranks but he slipped up once
his wife did ’em wrong, for half ah mill
cus some get time, but love to kill
cat peel, she ain’t spent ah dollar
we put her in the back threw her -ss in the water
spit regimes, you could see who’s vile
my whole caravan pop in front of his pad
nostalgic, penalize the acoustic
they going back to the job that i f-cking lost it
this gun for hire who you want me to shoot
cus ah muthuf-cker talking put his -ss on mute
ese this gun for hire who you want me to get
he pushing weed on your corner made you disrespect

- conejo lyrics

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