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Urge To Kill


Conejo Lyrics

 

Urge To Kill by Conejo


Arizona, New Jersey, Colorado, Southern and North
Carolina
Georgia, Illinois, Nevada, Nueva York, Oregon, el
estado de Washington
Nebraska, Montana, Texas, Nuevo Mexico, Ohio,
Arkansas, Notorious Enemy
Is in the muthuf**ken building, yeah that's right
Ustedes ya me conocen ami, Conejo
De Los Angeles
Got ah urge to kill, when the track come on
I got it bottled up inside and the West is mine
I'ma sigh, in every session
Your boy going off with that fierce aggression
Got ah urge to kill, that's how I feel
That G Rabb sobo with that bonarue seal
It's on the front, of the body bag
Thee undertakers stack 'em up in the coroners van
SKM, is running sh*t
Cus we don't stop, we don't f**ken quit
Ese even if it mean swat team on sight
Tear gas through the window out the back g ride
Try to fix it, ese cathic foe
At the new stash house waiting on my songs
That's the way, that we survive
On the edge of death, trying to stay alive
So we fight, we some mocked up men
Graduated from the lab street pharmacist
Cus I'm from, that notorious hood
And when it come to doing dirt you know we do that
good
We got the ammo, with the hollow tips
That bust through ah vest, and hit your ribs
That's ah body, chalked up on the pavement
You gotta pay the price, and make that payment
On the premises, with the 47
Ese most go to hell some make it to heaven
And my dogs run loose all up in they party
Ese 3 pimp suits I ain't playing with ya'll
That's real, as I paid my dues
I could sport anything in the color I choose
Even red, my strap keep me breathing
It protect my spirit, from f**ken leaving
Got ah urge to kill, when the track come on
I got it bottled up inside and the West is mine
I'ma sigh, in every session
Your boy going off with that fierce aggression
Got ah urge to kill, that's how I feel
That G Rabb sobo with that bonarue seal
It's on the front, of the body bag
Thee undertakers stack 'em up in the coroners van
Selling candy, to the masses
Anywhere in the world cus we got that address
Going well, some say we lucky
Cus they trying to get me killed and they come up
with nothing
I'd pick you, road blocks and drama
I'm C Rock Mexican Obama
I pay it like I say it and I say we winning
Ese black shades on and my face is grinning
It's the beginning, let me demonstrate
On his stake night height, like ah mex c 8
But wait, and take this journal
Down ah path, of fame and glory
We need ends, from all my friends
As I engineer ah session till the very end
Demons whisper, ese in my ear
Saying smoke his ass we don't need him near
That's the meaning, of all this green
To the clientele, I'm like what you need
Their connections, keep connecting
Ese short with the feria and them shells ejecting
So call it what you want but know this foo
That vatos in the street stay whipping that tool
Ese 9 millimeters to be exact
But if it mean ah war, we got more than that
Got ah urge to kill, when the track come on
I got it bottled up inside and the West is mine
I'ma sigh, in every session
Your boy going off with that fierce aggression
Got ah urge to kill, that's how I feel
That G Rabb sobo with that bonarue seal
It's on the front, of the body bag
Thee undertakers stack 'em up in the coroners van
I live fast, if I crash
I'll survive that bird, cus I'm ah poet
That hang with riders, and we dwell in the lowest of
the lowest
I've been broke, I drink, and I smoke
OZ's, Ricks, trees, coke
I guess you could say I learned the hard way
Felony case, all day



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