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you could get got - conejo lyrics

[venom]
this one goes out to:
the 28st dukes tls
get checks
we stay automatic

[verse 1: venom]
i’m on some real
gang banging shit
posted up in a dead end
bullets i spit
from my clip
the cuete i grip
and when i run out of balas
i proceed to pistol whip
i represent
the big bad ache
all you cell soldiers
on the serio better watch it
simon i’ve been there
and done that
in the pen and condado
so you know i know whats up
i ain’t confused
and i refuse to loose
ratas get abused
and catch the f-cken blues
soy veneno los harpys
dead end la tinta
disrespect my clicka
and there’s a putisa
f-ck making records
i’ll invade your sector
venomous infector
will check you then tec you
there’s no lecture
to your head getting splat
cold clocked
with desert eagles and glocks

[hook: conejo]
and you could get got
for your b-tches and wheels
h gang car jackers
that will get you for reals
desert eagle steal
some do it for thrill
but at 25th and hoover
harpys gang the deal
and you could get got
for jewelries and chips
and if it’s birds to flip
we unload them clips
bottom line
these m-th-f-ckers is dying
thinking no one could get em
but them bullets keep flying

[verse 2: conejo]
you ain’t untouchable fool
with a jacket like yours
old town hi power
what you know about war?
straight b-tches
f-cken rat -ss snitches
ese you ain’t no riders
no f-cken homiciders
you just talking
you ain’t walk in the pit
ese all in the crib
where dope fiends get lit
you’d get hit
two f-cken times in the ribs
ese once in the neck
now your smelling like shit
you wanna quit now
quick to call it a truce
i got nothing to loose
your still paying your dues
f-ck the news
they can’t even build the case
so they showing my face
they trying to number my days
my evil ways dog
i’m out of state with some crack
right under your nose
i’m in a pad with some straps
i came back though
homie so cold so bold
ese we ready to roll
with that snow east coast
you know who the f-ck i’m talking to
f-cking rat
and that other b-tch
you fake -ss f-ck
the f-ck out my way

[verse 3: conejo]
to my k!llers out there
stay automatic
i drop enemies
like a heroin habit
young rabbit g
move like bin laden
stretched out escalade
you know i’m f-cken gatted
up in at it
i’m up to bat with static
enemigas roll through
wind shield get shattered
close casket
now your son is a b-st-rd
should of pull out quicker
but them boys just wacked em
what’s a matter homeboy?
you just moving some units
your whole product is weak
your whole label on tweak
that’s right money
i’m on the block with glocks
at the crack house pushing
cookie crack piece rock
non stop loc’d
that’s in the west
so i bless the enemies
with a hole in they chess
include peeps
that had something to say
ese shit was so g
l.a. times front page

[outro: venom]
simon ese
we keep it real
vatos that disrespect
talk to the tec
i wanna send a shout
to the homie dirty
stay heated
ya stuvo

- conejo lyrics

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