Conejo - Long Halloween lyrics

Trick or treat Everybody, need to get on the muthuf**ing floor Face down Next time you send your sorry a** henchmen To come get me, make sure they know what the f** they doing It's October 31st, it's my night And it's gon' be ah long muthuf**en Halloween G Rabbs When you start making money it's when the problems come It's ah mathematic coarse counting major funds On the run, f** the misery So if anybody ask then you ain't seen me I sense envy, but I payed no attention Someone from your side sold me out to some henchmen I'ma get them, before they get at me Let me show him how we do it in the LAC I was clever, had the Burban sprayed up While I was down in phoenix alibi was made up They get ate up, by the f**ing piranhas While I was f**ing b**hes in their doji cavanas Kidnapping mamas, for back stabbing the team That's ah fatal mistake, for ah fraudulent scheme The title of the song got ah violent theme So you know when it be, this the long Halloween Dope money bring power that's addicting boy So them jail house k**ers are the ones I employ Deploy, any one who annoy We the real McCoys with 50 caliber toys Now who! wanna take my stop The house and the wife and the weight I got C Rock, ain't leaving from here Cus this my year platnium tattoo tears So I dealt with it quick had to set an example Slow dragging in my lane get your punk a** trampled That's ah sample, for any one that's plotting Another kidnap another corpse that's rotting Torture, for ah week and ah half My staff had some laughs put ah gauge up his a** Blow! yellow tape on the scene The sh** got extreme this ah long halloween I get respect, amongst the bosses It ain't about the b**hes or the sh** everyone flosses About the losses, and the come ups Is you playing with my work and gatilleros will run up This new jack hustler out there making his name He stepped out of line trying to question my game What ah shame, that his egos to blame Cus I don't give ah damn if his with his game I'm ah tank, on some old school sh** Ese hit 'im 8 times but the ba*tard lived He's ah kid, don't know what he did But messing with my sh** the one thing I forbid No guilt, cus he had it coming His mouth was running so to me it was nothing En las calles, C Mac supreme Let me open up the gates on this long Halloween Hahaha don't make me laugh ese You ain't got the muscle to go up against me So step the f** off punk Get your muthuf**ing weight up Naw too late you get cade up It's midnight, listen foo You ain't nowhere near being ah muthuf**ing big dawg You too weak to be out here trying to push the line I was cultivated in this Where the f** did you come from uh Conejo, international muthuf**er Boss of bosses, puppet master Yeah, that's all you need to know