Lyrics Gangsters Go to Hell - Conejo

Gangsters Go to Hell

Hot Off The Press
C Mack 11 The West
So Its Time To Celebrate
Let The Smoke Out Your Chest
Them Fire Street Sweepers
Up In The Air
These Bitch Ass Fools
Don’t Wanna Take It There
I’m The Sinnerman
With A Miracle Drug
That Got Ya Feeling Good
Like You Stuck In The Mud
Night & Day
You Search For This Fix
From The 8−1-8
To The 6−2-6
While I’m Playing Sinatra
And Some Nina Simone
I Hear The Pain In Her Voice
It Remind Me Of Home
Lay In The Cut
With Some Bad Ass Bitches
2 Blonde Milfs
That Want Me To Pimp Em
Cult Classic
The Conflict Arrive
From All The Bitter Rivals
That Dwell On My Side
The Spell Of Vexes
And Gang Ridden Drama
In Broad Daylight
It Could Turn Into Night
(Good Night)
Gangsters Go To Hell
And That’s About It
This Is Where I Be
Cali Livin' & Shit
Too Many Thoughts
Ese Keeping Me Active
In The Calles If I See Em
Then You Know I Get At Em
Ese Double Magazines
On Both My K’s
I Don’t Know Why
I Get Paper This Way
Don’t Try To Step
I’m A Keep It Banging
This The Life I Know
You Better Slow Your Roll
A War With Me
In The Ele Favelas
What A Difference It Make
When You Gettin' That Chedda
What’s The Matter?
I’m Poppin' Bottles Of Cris
I Had A Moment Of Bliss
With Your Wife & Your Sis
The Belly Of The Beast
Childhood Was Plain
Territorial Conquest
That The OG’s Led
No Remorse
For The Mayhem
The Protagonist Cecil
I Suggest You Stay Back
Want A Fertile Promise
Of A Better Life
80 Rocks Chopped Up
Spots Serve On Sight
I’m In The Darkness
With The Bricks Of White
That’s What I’m Fucking With
So I’m Whipping It Right
Then I’m Bum Rushing Shows
Bottles Bashing They Heads
I Utilize The Media
And Flip What They Said
Federal Court House
Want Me To Appear
But I’m Off In Brazil
Sérgio Mendes I Hear
(Brazil)
Gangsters Go To Hell
And That’s About It
This Is Where I Be
Cali Livin' & Shit
Too Many Thoughts
Ese Keeping Me Active
In The Calles If I See Em
Then You Know I Get At Em
Ese Double Magazines
On Both My K’s
I Don’t Know Why
I Get Paper This Way
Don’t Try To Step
I’m A Keep It Banging
This The Life I Know
You Better Slow Your Roll
Astronomical Sums
For A Broke Ass Kid
The Streets Where I’m From
Ese Hand Out Bids
And Death
Looms Over The City
Any Day It Could Get You
Make A Vato Feel Shitty
I’m Simply Dodging Heat
For All Of The Violence
No One Know Nothin'
There’s A Wall Of Silence
Breeding Ground
That Bring Much Fear
They Wanna Come At Us
They Afraid To Get Near
Senior Mobsta
That Took Many Lives
Everybody Pay Homage
When His Presence Arrive
South Side
Got The Keys To The House
That’s Right C-O-N
Its The Only Response
Headquarters
Is Under Surveillance
Cause We Seizing Control
Them Other Crews Can’t Fade Us
Supply Line
I’m Making A Reference
Law Enforcement Outrage
Can’t Figure My Method
(Method)
Gangsters Go To Hell
And That’s About It
This Is Where I Be
Cali Livin' & Shit
Too Many Thoughts
Ese Keeping Me Active
In The Calles If I See Em
Then You Know I Get At Em
Ese Double Magazines
On Both My K’s
I Don’t Know Why
I Get Paper This Way
Don’t Try To Step
I’m A Keep It Banging
This The Life I Know
You Better Slow Your Roll