Conejo - No Rest For The Wicked lyrics

You know I stay putting work, doing my dirt Yeah, and all of you out there love it That's guaranteed At my waist, la nueve me fallo And all around the country they receiving the clavo Yega flete, el negocio ya crese Sercas a la muerte peligroso no entres When the sh** go down, the genis will sound My heat go boom to the click cawam This struggle hard, and put it all on the line Definition of ah Don take ah look in my life Me rifo la vida, se oyen sirenas Pandilleros traficando es lo que dise la dea Al infierno los mando, porque tengo comandos Siendo lineas de perico, y sigo tomando So shut your mouth, cus I beat you with gats I'm on some out of town sh** and your a** gonna whack Ah father less child is what I made your son Slow down muthuf**er or your clica get done No rest for the wicked, no chronic brakes Do you really wanna know what the f**'s at stake Just stay true homie, and make your mark Saw ah dog in the park where them bullets gon' spark Los federales, know that we got jale Detuvieron h**na pero todo se vale I shoot 'em up, ese ya me conocen k**ing muthuf**ers honde sea que se esconden I just wanna know, you gon' ride with me? Let's do this then I don't like keeping muthuf**ers waiting Come on Do the stilo macario, nos amenasan Territorio es mi varrio y les tiendo la trampa Calleron, las calles yenas de sangre Hache Pe Ese honde quiera que hande The toke poet, I spent ah sentenced to d**h Homie that's how I get 'em uncut respect Half stepping, and vatos get stabbed The streets know my fam the notorious gang I roam the land, ese con mis socios Tiramos a matar homie yo lo conosco No se diga, en el condado de Los Ese anything you want c**a chiva or smoke Daddy's home, with the f**ing raw I'm not for play, I'm not for talk My latin lingo, be on the news First round KO or ah bullet wound No rest for the wicked, no chronic brakes Do you really wanna know what the f**'s at stake Just stay true homie, and make your mark Saw ah dog in the park where them bullets gon' spark Los federales, know that we got jale Detuvieron h**na pero todo se vale I shoot 'em up, ese ya me conocen k**ing muthuf**ers honde sea que se esconden Cool homie, tell me which one of this muthuf**ers wanna see me though I know it's not here my boy I tear that a** to shreds Yeah They don't really, want it with us Two of us pull up and we fixing to bust They hit the pavement, they was at thee arraignment Seen the mug shot said he gave 'em ah statement Don't play with Satan, unless you ah mason Make ah phone call and I'll have your location You ah patient, fighting for your life On ah hospital bed, won't make it tonight Your covered in white, you look like ah ghost Detectives pull up and they telling your folks This ain't ah joke, I need ah hundred of those And fifty of this, plus some ecstacy volts I got ah client on hold from the opposite coast And he ain't going home till I bring 'im ah load That's worth more than gold drug market get flooded And that's how every business in the ghetto get funded