Conejo - That Real sh** Pt. 2 lyrics

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