LYRICS Conejo - Conejo

Sun down, and the months of bottom

He's a homey from my barrio, I knew everything about him

he had corra plus he alway knew the hora

His own little reasons why his barrio controla

Mi respecto for this firme camarada

Down for the cause que nunca se acabada

Los Angeles, la area dos trece

Enemigas get shot up and everyday is a lesson

Well little did he know of what was to come

Unaware he was destined to get shot with a gun

Consequences for roaming in the streets

And Russian Roulette when you want to play for keeps

Is it really how they say cuz it happens all the time

At the wrong place, ese at the wrong time

That's how it's going down, the times have changed

No one knew who did it and the reason wasn't strange

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Conejo you better watch your back

Cuz these vatos out to get you and stab you in the back

On the serio, ese can't even sleep

Cuz before I really knew it I was in too deep

I see life but time's running out

I summon the demons but only I can see them

My assistants in the journey I must take

Expect the unexpected is what I await

Then I teleport myself like a thought from my head

Into his mind to find out what happened

My diabolic status ese lead me to the killer

He seen my homeboy slipping so he had to pull the trigger

This vato used gloves, this vato used a mask

He shot him in the chest, no one heard the blast

Then back to his barrio, a jale well done

Got rid of his ropa and buried his gun

I got to escape, my time is also running out

Me tengo que pelar, homeboy a cedar

So perro, you know me better than that

I'm a straight malion and the hache's where it's at

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I embark on the voyage I must take

I put on my armor, ese fortify the base

And in case I weren't to come back

venenoso peligroso, automatic with attack

He knows that I'm coming, he knows who I am

From the murders of his homies other times in the past

Mentally I was ready for the ride

And ready for destruction ese high in the sky

Like a vulture, ese my Aztec culture

My devilish attempts to impose some torture

My instrument of death, I show no remorse

I got out the car and entered with force

I was quicker on the draw, this vato has to pay

In between the eyes and inbetween the legs

My mission's accomplished, the vato got taxed

Enemigas out to get me, until then I relax

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