Conejo - Gang Style k**ings lyrics

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Conejo - Gang Style k**ings lyrics

[Verse 1] Ese Gang Style k**ings Homie That's All Me When The d**h Counts Up My City Just Bleed Hands Bound Inside A Trunk Of A Car Ese Few Weeks Later Find Out Who You Are Attempts On My Life Plots Quickly Discover CDC Cla**ify As A Mexican Southern My Nine Stutter I'm A Cocaine Cutter Ese All Up In The Calles With My Dead End Brothers You In Harpysville Los Angeles Times The State Wanna Try Me On Felonious Crimes Stay Tuned For The Lp Soon Cause I'm Just Getting Started With Sadistic Tunes Plus I'm The Only Rapper That You Listen To Homie Sick Cla**ic Joints For The Avenue Cause I Paid My Dues Produce Them Jewels C Loco Stay Hot On The 12 O'clock News Disturbing Tracks When You Insert The Disc I k**ed Em In A Battle And These Lames Is Pissed So Need I Say More About The Corridors I Take You Deep In My Mind To The Horror Show Revenge Served Cold Ese Jumped It Off By The End Of Track 1 They Was Broken Off f**ing Jokes To The Game sh** Was Never The Same Cause Their Fans Turn Their Back And Started Feeling My Pain I Sniff Caine And Smoke Blunts In The Rain Ese All In East Max Before I Caught The Chain Another Page Of My Life You Readin sh** So Metaphoric Ese Cold & Deceiving Left You Fiendin' Off That Heroin Flow On A Lowrider Bike I Drove Up Slow This My Canton And You All Invited But You Best Act Right Or I'm Bombing On Sight Before My sh** Drop I Got The Groupies Wet Ese Fully Loaded Clips And I'm Posted No Sweat The Notorious Sect Got A Prophecy Vision That Me & BadNews Produced By Ambition The Gang Profits Will Pay For The Mixin' And Its About That Time Cause The Clocks Is Tickin' I'm Set Trippin' If You Bloodin' Or Crippin' Of Latin Decent How The f** You Livin'? Like A Victim When Step In The System Ese 1, 2, 3 Low Blow Get Em Just Pick Em They Stick Em A Diversion Of Trick Em Ese Leaking On The Yard Sent The Chopper To Lift Em I Just Kick Up Paragraphs Like These Cause I Know What It Do When It Reach The Fiends They Come Back And Double Up On A Sack Cause All You Muthaf**ers Want High Caliber Crack (Bob Marley & The Wailers' "So Much Trouble In The World" Starts Playing)