Conejo - Another Murder In Los lyrics

This muthuf**ers don't wanna learn you know what I'm saying I k**ed them on that revenge served cold I k**ed them on that devils playground I tore them b**hes apart in that antichrist mix tape Want me to do it to them again f** it Another murder in Los another vato got smoked He thought he had jokes now the vatos ah ghost I'm so loco, off that purple toke Ese homies should'v blasted when the reaper approached f** your call me, you b**hes try to surround me And I still walk up and put 5 in the swap meet The mix tape slayed you, your own streets played you ODM make her run up was the vato that made you Ain't no sleeping fish cus I don't let up Ese all up in your ear with that Westside talk The tention mounts, and your mind ain't right Ese problems with Conejo get you murked on sight This ain't beef on wax this beef with stacks With ah f**en sawed off till your streets taped off You f**en soft, and that's coming from them So all your p**y a** soldiers better hit the deck Another murder in Los I hear the sirens come close Ese choppers in the air time for me to get ghost I ignore them, when they tell me to freeze Boy make ah wrong move and your holster to squeeze I kept going, got in the get away car Ah black 7 45 I lit the chronic cigar Exhale, cus I ain't going to jail Ese grab the Nextel and chirp Bugsy in hell Oh no, homie this ain't that Ain't no bluffing muthuf**er put your body in the bag Cus Maria had ah son showing criminal ways Og's payed the way for me to get my cake Got something on your chest then boy you should handle My gang affiliation ese can't be desmantle 2 g homies for ah lame to see This that real hood life not ah f**en scene In your whack a** video with your b**h a** dawgs I'm cannibal rising back to whacking them off Cus me and this 9 ese equal the violence Of ah weaker homicides and some prison riots Dead silence, from the vatos hating On some nightmare sh** like my name was graving f** ah snake foo they got me catching the chain So within this prison walls I'm 'bout to brake out this cage Another murder in Los I hear the sirens come close Ese choppers in the air time for me to get ghost I ignore them, when they tell me to freeze Boy make ah wrong move and your holster to squeeze I kept going, got in the get away car Ah black 7 45 I lit the chronic cigar Exhale, cus I ain't going to jail Ese grab the Nextel and chirp Bugsy in hell Mugaslo, pull 50 g's out the stash Get my fake driver licenses and ID's and pa**ports You know where to meet me at Make sure you ain't got no tail homie