Conejo You Could get got Lyrics:
verse one 16 bars
( featuring venom tattoo ink )
im 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 ( west side harpys gang ) all you cell
soilders ( hi power soilders ink ) on the serio
better watch it simon ive been there and done
that in the pen and condado so you know i know
whats up i aint confuzed and i refuse to loose
ratas get abused ( slow pain ) and catch the
fucken blues soy veneno los harpys dead end la
tinta disrespect my clica and theres a putisa
fuck making records ( capone e ) i'll invade your
sector venomous enfector will check you then
tech you theres no lecture to your head getting
splat cold clocked with desert eagles and glocks
( how we do )
hook 8 bars
and you could get got for your bitches 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 jewelrys and chips and if
it's birds to flip we unload them clips bottom
line these muthafuckers is dying thinking no one
could get em but them bullets keep flying
verse two 16 bars
you aint untouchable fool ( slow pain ) with a
jacket like yours old town hi power what you
know about war ( not a damn thing ) straight
bitches fucken rat ass snitches ese you aint no
riders no fucken homiciders ( aint no killers on
your team ) you just talking you aint walk in
the pit ese all in the crib where dopefiends get
lit you'd get hit two fucken times in the ribbs
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/Evr ]once in the neck now your smelling like shit you
wanna quit now ( bitch ass capone e ) quick to
call it a truce i got nothing to loose your
still paying your dues fuck the news ( fox 11 )
they cant even build case so they showing face
they trying to number my days my evil ways dog
im out of state with some crack ( texas illinois
new york ) right under your nose im 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 ( stash hold 50 birds )
hook 8 bars
and you could get got for your bitches 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 jewelrys and chips and if
it's birds to flip we unload them clips bottom
line these muthafuckers is dying thinking no one
could get em but them bullets keep flying
verse three 16 bars
to my killers out there stay automatic i drop
my enemys like a heroin habbit young rabbit g
move like bin laden ( on the run for a hot one )
stretched out ecalade you know im fucken gatted
up in at it im up to bat with static enemigas
roll through wind shield get shattered close
casket now your son is a bastard should of pull
out quicker but them boys just wacked em ( them
dead end tiny loc boys aint no joke ) whats a
matter homeboy you just moving some units your
whole product is weak your whole label on tweak (
scary ass muthafuckers ) thats right money im on
the block with glocks at the crack house pushing
cookie crack piece rock non stop loc'd ( i stay
high ) thats in the west so i bless the enemys
with a hole in they chess include peeps that had
something to say ese shit was so g l.a. times
front page ( thats right )
hook 8 bars
and you could get got for your bitches 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 jewelrys and chips and if
it's birds to flip we unload them clips bottom
line these muthafuckers is dying thinking no one
could get em but them bullets keep flying
Lyrics: You Could get got, Conejo [end]