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conejo - you ain't the homie no more lyrics

[verse 1]
you ain’t got enough bullets, to see me bleed
you fire up the crowd, down three miss me
you wanna diss my barrio, homie think again
street life, you get laced with lead
i cracked your ribs, cause you wore a vest
your mind got blown, when you stepped in zone
al capone, ese was my mentor
so i check m-th-f-ckers from the back to center
conejo, se gang affiliated, vatos hesitated
so they got decapitated
slapped like a b-tch, to make it clear
i’m that vato slamming sarga smoking primos in the rear
that’s real eternal tattoo tears
i’m a bird of prey, that hunts on fear
ese got to go, fast not slow
i’m a dead man walking, when i take a stroll

[hook]
i remember you homie from back in the days
switched sides with the law you walked i stayed
now i’m out on the calles, here to get my issue
i’m a catch you slipping and i’m a pistol whip you
i remember you homie from back in the days
when your -ss turned snitch, like a b-tch you fled
five years later, back to settle the score
automatic up your -ss, you ain’t the homie no more
[verse 2]
you won’t stand a chance against this west los ganga
enemigas break it down because they get no chanza
d-mn homie, these vatos they don’t know me
lets ride baby boy, cause i heard they’re coming for me
serio, i get critical with mines so i down m-th-f-ckers
to the day that i die
tonight, i said tonight is the night
i get busy with my strap, bury bodies tonight
my shade is brown, toxtli get down
i make three wishes, my first is a pound
the second a key, the third is ten g’s
i buy weapons with my feria so i spray these flees
rest in p-ss, what kind of war is this?
rattle snakes they hiss, flying bullets never miss
pero, it’s gotta be like that, your -ss f-cked up
you get robbed and stabbed

[verse 3:]
heroin kicks in relieves the tension
wicked women come in relieve the tension
these broads want c-ke so i call the connection
there’s a price they got to pay
for the f-cking attention
that’s right homegirl, ain’t nada for free
its not like you’re my rrghteous or my wife to be
your man’s a punk, i’m eternal i’m a rider
l.a. county jail to the joint i’m a southsider

[dialog]
that’s right homeboy
soy conejo y aqui paran los west side harpys homie
you get snuffed in the y2k
you f-cking snitch, you a keep away

[chorus]
i remember you homie from back in the days
switched sides with the law you walked i stayed
now i’m out on the calles, here to get my issue
i’m a catch you slipping and i’m a pistol whip you
i remember you homie from back in the days
when your -ss turned snitch, like a b-tch you fled
five years later, back to settle the score
automatic up your -ss, you ain’t the homie no more

- conejo lyrics

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