Conejo - Gunshots lyrics

[Verse 1: Conejo] I Tried To Close My Eyes And Get Some Sleep When I Heard A Whole Clip Let Off On The Street It Sound Like A Mac Or Maybe A Tec I Jumped Out Of Bed And I Went To Check It Was A Crip On The Block That Got Hit By The 20's As Long As Its Not Me I Ain't Giving A f** Or Who They Came For That's What The West Side Like Muthaf**ers Don't Like It They Get k**ed Tonight Whole Gangs Took Flight On Other Gangs And Every Few Minutes We Heard Them Things So For Instance I Pin Pointed The Distance I Could Tell You Right Now If They Ended Existence Not A Witness But The Streets Is My Business It's Like I'm Doing Physics Checking Missile Ballistics Wanna Risk It Then Bring Your Ass On Down Gangsterville California Body Bagging You Clowns [Hook] I'm Hearing Gun Shots Everywhere That I Go Ese Vatos Out To Handle Do There Dirt In The Zone Serving Zones Of That Raw Ass Blow Ese China White / Tar That Ephedrine Ain't Far I'm Hearing Gun Shots And f**en Sirens From Cops Ese Helicopters Hover Over Bodys That's Dropped Bop - Bop They Said A Pig Got Popped P.D. Is Out To k** Us So Them Shots Won't Stop [Verse 2: Conejo] There's Something About That Shady Lp That Muthaf**ers Recognize When They Hearing A G I Spit The Rules Of The Game And Checked Some Lames And Everytime I Drop Is What The Album Contain Some Of The Realest f**en Spoken Word Homie Scarface2 Got You Bagging That Herb Got You Bagging That White Got You Cooking That Ice Muthaf**ers Want A 100 We Could Lower The Price More Gun Shots At Your Recording Session Yes I k**ed Em But You Get No Confession f** With My Lawyer His Name Smith & Wesson I Could Give You A Lesson How To Reach For The Weapon Blauuuuuuuw I Know You f**en Saw How It Entered His Chest And It Exit His Jaw My sh** Raw Ese Your Son Call Me Pops Ese Popped Em With Glock 94 On The Block [Hook] [Verse 3: Sleepy Malo] I Heard A Shot Just Around My Block Another Shot At The Parking Lot It's Time To Ride Like A Roller Coaster The Next Shot Just Kept Getting Closer Close Enough To Call His Bullsh** Bluff Kick The Door My Daughters Run Behind A Hilary Duff Poster Hide Some 50. Cal Coaster Speed Loaders In The Shoulder Hoster Like A Flip f**ing With My Clip I Pull Stunts Like Back Flips And Blow Up Some sh** Crack A Line Just To Pay Far Enough To Fee All I See Is Flashbacks From A War On The Street Back In The Days When I Played Forland In The Mix I Never Seen The Bullets Fly But I Seen How They Hit From The East Side In The P.A.C With Gun Shots On The Cops Don't Mean sh** To Me [Hook] [Outro] Sleepy Malo, You Here Homie?