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For The Money Homie


Conejo Lyrics

 

For The Money Homie Lyrics

For The Money Homie by Conejo


This Big C Mac-11, West Side HPS
Yes, I'm dropping that funky fresh sh*t
Notorious enemy style
My boy musica asesina on the wheels of steel
What up lok
You know, I had to do it
Keeping this sh*t all the way classic for the
streets, you feel me
Now everyone talking in the back shut the f**k up
So I could go ahead and kick this rhyme
Listen
I got game on my mind and ah stone cold heart
So what you gonna do when the hurricane start
You in sandman's land, 'bout to put you to sleep
This the portrait of ah convict and it's about to
get deep
Muthuf**kers know, mics I devour
But when I'm on the street I gotta hustle for the
power
Ah getaway chase is like I need for speed
They found ah empty car with some bricks of weed
They know I'm working, and I'll be there in the end
3 dead bodies and the media attend
This is the way we were it's the way we owe
I know it sound crazy but it's f**k the law
C Mac-11 straight posted on the corner
All you b**ches know I'm about to get over
Shout out to the ink and the rest of the fam
I do this for the dealers and I do this for the
gangs
I'm killing every muthuf**ken beat I jump on
Homie, but that's just me
That's what I do, young trucos
Let me say no more and let me get back to business
Call it murder case music you relate to the struggle
Do the devils work with the halo above you
Get your hands dirty so you know what it feel like
I'm coming at you real, up under the street light
I came out tonight, to be up in the spot
No matter where your from, you gotta let this rhyme
The winters they get hot, the summers they get cold
I patrol the f**king block like I'm 15 years old
I pump cool blood through my California veins
Claiming that your signed but you still got no fame
Man, this is my domain
Bout to slay ah muthuf**ker like it ain't no thing
And my only award is the most wanted poster
Ride through the zone with my f**ken revolver
Female runners, they know the drill
Ese b**ches whatever for ah couple of mills
Yeah, you know
It's all for the money homie
What else would it be about
That's what we all trying to get
know I'm saying, living one day at ah time
That's all I can do



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