Conejo I Sold my Soul Lyrics:
you know it's on boy ( bitch ass slow pain ) like
it's babylon and we's carry on like the pentagon
with teflon dog im in black yukon escape
overnight like's im papillon ( devils island )
ese commited right now ( active harpys gang member
for life ) im still throwing up signs conterfit
ass rappers they get wackness fines ( taxed or
robbed ) im king like bitches and my wings is
like a fucken alqueda with two k's at hieght ( 2
ak47's ) i stay bossing homie murder weapons im
tossing i shot you with the sig at the railroad
crossing im lost in fool the system hustling in
all white bronco out the window busting empty
clips on these fools cause they bite no shame
and they claim that they killing but they fear my
name ( low profile records ) i want em burried
in a pet cematary lil heads on the block kill
and move they ready

hook 8 bars

i sold my soul for an amount not told became a
hitman put some holes in your clothes dead bodys
found decomposed even hoodrat bitches snitch
once and they gone i sold my soul - homie you
know the price tempt a muthafucker and im as
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cold as ice i roll the dice and watch the
pitbulls fight then i feed the smith & wesson
for some kills tonight

verse two 16 bars

28 out to smoke em one a day get hit cause we
roll up with them choppers and spray them prix
lyrically i said i cant be dealt ( chicano rap
king ) cause i never gave a shit and i kept my
stealth im in a getaway car on my way to vegas
sniffing some coke the fucken pigs cant fade us
hold up cause im a fuck these hoes disintergrate
these mic's rabbit loc'd it's yours cold chillen
ese just waiting to strike two five t loc's ese
bound to take flight im sick right killing
suckers on sight ( it's what they saying ) fuck a
dopefiends pipe we flipping birds tonight we out
of state that harpys gang cartel ese got shit
sowed looking like it snowed bolivian accept
pounds and yens cause these birds fly east ( 17-5
for a kilo of cocaine in chi-town ) to enemys and
friends

hook 8 bars

i sold my soul for an amount not told became a
hitman put some holes in your clothes dead bodys
found decomposed even hoodrat bitches snitch
once and they gone i sold my soul - homie you
know the price tempt a muthafucker and im as
cold as ice i roll the dice and watch the
pitbulls fight then i feed the smith & wesson
for some kills tonight
Lyrics: I Sold my Soul, Conejo [end]