Lyrics My Territory - Conejo

My Territory

Haha You Know I’m Sayin
It Be Like
From Block To Block
From Hood To Hood
We Do This
The Devil Broke Loose
In My Fucken Mind
Ese Telling Me To Choose
Between The Glock And The Uz
The Devil Broke Loose
In My Fucken Mind
Ese Telling Me To Choose
Between The Glock And The Uz
The First Rule In Killing
Is You Don’t Say Nothing
It’s A Hell Of A Night
To Do Some Dumping
Cause We Always End Up Warring
For Territory
Have Mercy On My Soul
Then Pass The Joint And The Forty
I’m Free As The Wind
I’m The Running Man
But You Could Call Me The Hustler
Germany To Japan
Mama Told Me
There’d Be Days Like This
I Reminisce Then I Piss
Then I Light My Cig
Fuck A Pig
He Want A Piece Of The Turf
But He Ain’t From Around
He Ain’t Knowing The Worth
It Gave Me Birth
I’m A Do My Dirt
Red Alert I Assert
And Your Lady’s A Flirt
Got My Hand Up Her Skirt
She Low Down Dirty
Homie Turn A Bitch Out
Have Her Crossing Them Birdys
There Was 30
In The Fucken Box
The Barrio Making Money
When Them Rocks Get Chopped
My Territory
Is Full Of Dead End Streets
And We Don’t Know Defeat
We Caravanning In Fleets
It Never Change
Ain’t No Lazy Sunday
Ese Killers Stay Awake
And Floss That Gunplay
Territory
It Come From Way Back Then
Homie Inner City Shit
That Connect In The Pen
Should Of — Would Of
But Your Soul Was Taken
Muthafucker Smoking Weed
To Calm The Hatred
I’m Creeping Nightly
They Start Singing A Song
About A Unsung Hero
And To The Gang He Belong
Circle The Block
Then I Shoot Up There House
These Fairy Tale Rappers
Hit The Deck Then They Bounce
Heavy Themes
About Some Land That’s Claimed
I Pull My Heat Out
After A Eagle I’m Named (Harpy)
I’ve Gone Insane
Break Out The Heroin Spoons
Snow Flakes A Belushi
Some Notorious Tunes
Here It Goes
Fatal Dreams Part 2
It’s To Late Lil Homie
Better Stick To Your Crew
That’s How I Feel (Put In Work Then Get High)
I’m Just Keeping It Real
I Rather See You At The Spot
Dog Gripping The Steal
Crazy Times
The Nuns Wearing A Wire
Ese Undercover Buyers
That’s 2 Face Liars
They Expire
Up State For Them Priors
Homie 30 Times Stabbed
From The Tower They Fired
My Territory
Is Full Of Dead End Streets
And We Don’t Know Defeat
We Caravanning In Fleets
It Never Change
Ain’t No Lazy Sunday
Ese Killers Stay Awake
And Floss That Gunplay
Territory
It Come From Way Back Then
Homie Inner City Shit
That Connect In The Pen
Should Of — Would Of
But Your Soul Was Taken
Muthafucker Smoking Weed
To Calm The Hatred
Gang Signs
You Know What Time It Is
Its The Evil Men Do
When They Handle They Biz
Gang Signs
You Know What Time It Is
Its The Evil Men Do
When They Handle They Biz
It’s Like The Homie Toker Said
This For My Gang Bangers
West West
Mi Territorio
Ya Stuvo