What's good, it's West Los, you heard?
Live fast, die young, C-O-N that real sh**
Me, I go the f** in, and you know this
Notorious enemy, felony case, is in the motherf**ing building
C-O-N that real sh**, check it
[Verse 1: Conejo]
I can take out your labels rasta, them fake motherf**ers, 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 a** 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**h 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** I slam
I'm telling you homie, these foos ain't no threat
Just check the resumé, my sh** is cla**ic
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**, 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** 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**
Yeah, that's all I give these motherf**ers
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**er get their cranium severed
Yeah, it's that C-O-N real sh**, I said that real sh**
I stepped it up, I set the tone for this motherf**er
I don't lose a step, I go at them, twice as hard
Gangsterific, Ski-mask boy
Felony Case, The gates of hell, Muzika Asesina
Rollcall, we out