Conejo - For The West Side lyrics

[Conejo] They wanna start some sh** what the beef about Ese one muthuf**a had to open his mouth Now they go in thee objective ah slightly blood Ese crews in the street are getting concerned The competition, ese turn into hate Ah subliminal diss is what the calles being saying Politics get involved they wanna do you hard But it all come back in different shapes or forms Satisfy with the baddest and would ah few coppers What I've done for the block it stay good in my conscious Disagree, I don't think you can I got more on the woods so I can feed the AV Sun lock, won't see me stumble I've got the the park where my gats would rumble So free my spirit, from this confines So I could rise like ah phoenix with the open mind Then roll ah prime, take you back in time Ese front row seat this my life of crime Yeah, you know Some might say, that's dancing with the devil homie But me, I'ma shine no matter what Ha, I'ma spark my p-dog right here I don't give ah f**, I'm heated anyways Watch me [Conejo] I stayed in total control, won't allow the nonsense Got my ear to the varrio I'ma wear responses Concentration, I'm like ah jet that arrives I'm looking at the biz and it's full of them lies My mental attitude, is always rude Ese put me on ah beat and it get subdued I thought you knew, they wanna do it like Rabbs But you pointing to the sh** you ain't learning in cla** In this journey, I seen bodies on gurneys And I don't give ah f** homie just to be certain Right rough, and I got what it takes To deal with this courts and this industry snakes If I succeed in life it's for the kids and wife Everybody that with me know what it's like I put the difference aside, but not cus I'm weak I did it for the kids so the homies could eat They call me C Rock, Mr. Felony Case I'ma do what I do and let it fall into place Fran V, what's up homeboy Got this foo's hitting rock bottom right about now Know what I mean, they ain't knowing what the f** to do Yeah, know I'm saying But it's on you now, show 'em what time it is my G [Frank V] Put your hands up put 'em up in the air Like you don't care, now leave 'em there You're getting robbed, like Lil Rob From Royal T's spot, Royal T Oh! Black ski mask so you know it's me M-16 running, through thee industry I don't hear ah peeps, no sound Used to be deep now it's ah ghost town I'm from that West Los town ese I'm 1 3 G's up hoe's down 4-4 rounds putting foe's down Cus on the West Side that's how it goes down Speed up pigs just slow down Grab ah scrap get ready for the show down Frank V and C Loco sold the whole town With that berry white and that James Brown Yeah, that's right It's been ah minute Since both of us been on the same track together You see, muthuf**ers don't understand That's how it is sometimes out here in the calles Que no, homito this is for the West Side