Conejo - Urge To k** lyrics

Arizona, New Jersey, Colorado, Southern and North Carolina Georgia, Illinois, Nevada, Nueva York, Oregon, el estado de Washington Nebraska, Montana, Texas, Nuevo Mexico, Ohio, Arkansas, Notorious Enemy Is in the muthuf**en building, yeah that's right Ustedes ya me conocen ami, Conejo De Los Angeles Got ah urge to k**, when the track come on I got it bottled up inside and the West is mine I'ma sigh, in every session Your boy going off with that fierce aggression Got ah urge to k**, that's how I feel That G Rabb sobo with that bonarue seal It's on the front, of the body bag Thee undertakers stack 'em up in the coroners van SKM, is running sh** Cus we don't stop, we don't f**en quit Ese even if it mean swat team on sight Tear gas through the window out the back g ride Try to fix it, ese cathic foe At the new stash house waiting on my songs That's the way, that we survive On the edge of d**h, trying to stay alive So we fight, we some mocked up men Graduated from the lab street pharmacist Cus I'm from, that notorious hood And when it come to doing dirt you know we do that good We got the ammo, with the hollow tips That bust through ah vest, and hit your ribs That's ah body, chalked up on the pavement You gotta pay the price, and make that payment On the premises, with the 47 Ese most go to hell some make it to heaven And my dogs run loose all up in they party Ese 3 pimp suits I ain't playing with ya'll That's real, as I paid my dues I could sport anything in the color I choose Even red, my strap keep me breathing It protect my spirit, from f**en leaving Got ah urge to k**, when the track come on I got it bottled up inside and the West is mine I'ma sigh, in every session Your boy going off with that fierce aggression Got ah urge to k**, that's how I feel That G Rabb sobo with that bonarue seal It's on the front, of the body bag Thee undertakers stack 'em up in the coroners van Selling candy, to the ma**es Anywhere in the world cus we got that address Going well, some say we lucky Cus they trying to get me k**ed and they come up with nothing I'd pick you, road blocks and drama I'm C Rock Mexican Obama I pay it like I say it and I say we winning Ese black shades on and my face is grinning It's the beginning, let me demonstrate On his stake night height, like ah mex c 8 But wait, and take this journal Down ah path, of fame and glory We need ends, from all my friends As I engineer ah session till the very end Demons whisper, ese in my ear Saying smoke his a** we don't need him near That's the meaning, of all this green To the clientele, I'm like what you need Their connections, keep connecting Ese short with the feria and them shells ejecting So call it what you want but know this foo That vatos in the street stay whipping that tool Ese 9 millimeters to be exact But if it mean ah war, we got more than that Got ah urge to k**, when the track come on I got it bottled up inside and the West is mine I'ma sigh, in every session Your boy going off with that fierce aggression Got ah urge to k**, that's how I feel That G Rabb sobo with that bonarue seal It's on the front, of the body bag Thee undertakers stack 'em up in the coroners van I live fast, if I crash I'll survive that bird, cus I'm ah poet That hang with riders, and we dwell in the lowest of the lowest I've been broke, I drink, and I smoke OZ's, Ricks, trees, coke I guess you could say I learned the hard way Felony case, all day