Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'll Make You Famous, artist - Conejo. Date of issue: 30.09.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'll Make You Famous |
| When you run with killers you become ah killer |
| Sixteen in check from the strap for realer |
| Pop’s left I was ah welfare kid |
| So who’s the one to blame for the shit I did |
| I’m one hundred in the street trying to make ah buck |
| For sticking foo’s up is where I got my work |
| Loyalty to royal T spoon fed the fein |
| Though I jeopordized their life |
| The game’s so deep I go hard and the pot stay with me |
| Ain’t no killings in the park since we got them fifty’s |
| Them black B. M's cause the hood get paid |
| Ese flooding other states like ah fucking crusade |
| One eighty-seven and drugs be like steak and eggs |
| Presidents know what’s best cause we break they legs |
| It sound aggressive it’s what they whispering man |
| If this lames can’t hang get the fuck out my lane |
| I’ll make you famous I don’t save no hoe’s |
| Ese real murder cases no reality shows |
| Things change you know the business get grimy |
| Ese fuck what they talking they got nothing on me |
| And I’m sheisty they better come at me right |
| Specially trying to cop their fucking bricks of the |
| white |
| I get my grind on I play it smart in the street |
| Just ah G from the block low pro and discreet |
| Ah Mexican psycho is how you best address me |
| Little homies know whazz up |
| Your baby mama just text me |
| She’s sexy like ah secretary |
| Before you even met her I had pop that cherry |
| For real though I’m legendary with steel |
| Muthufucker in the calles with that shit you feel |
| I’m like carga you nodding out to the potion |
| They strung out quick can’t hang with the doses |
| Hypnosis when you hearing me flow this |
| I’m ah evil with doctor is the thing that you notice |
| Who the coldest ese out in the West |
| Don Rabbit Corleone and FUCK the rest |
| I’m innocent and the cases get filed |
| Body’s stack up in the van make the coroner smile |
| We wild though on two five and Hoover |
| Them muerto fin boys killing off them intruders |
| I’ll make you famous I don’t save no hoe’s |
| Ese real murder cases no reality shows |
| Things change you know the business get grimy |
| Ese fuck what they talking they got nothing on me |
| And I’m sheisty they better come at me right |
| Specially trying to cop their fucking bricks of the |
| white |
| I get my grind on I play it smart in the street |
| Just ah G from the block low pro and discreet |
| I got ah poison pen that’s full of sinai |
| And it strike muthufuckers when they try to collide |
| I could fight and myself and I |
| Trying to slide through my side boy it’s suicide |
| Ese ink hit the paper go straight to the booth |
| C Loco get saluted spit the truth to the youth |
| Evil swoop ese down on your stash |
| Then I’m out in Costa Rica homie smoking some hash |