Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead Men's Blanket, artist - Conejo. Album song City Of Angels- Special Edition, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.03.2005
Record label: Aries Music Entertainment
Song language: English
Dead Men's Blanket |
Alrato |
Similar to death in the cradle |
Fifteen year old girl killed in a car accident |
Two Hispanic boys shot in a drive-by shooting |
Three people killed after hostage situation turns fatal |
Organized crime families, the cycle never dies |
Deadly power struggle, crime, drogas and time |
Story about a once beautiful lady |
Strunk out on coca as she begins to act shady |
This is also a story about a homie that liked to rob |
Eventually motivated to go and join the mob |
The secrets don’t stop there, it all becomes a nightmare |
Cuz little did they expect to be laying under the dead man’s blanket |
Get the picture, the dead man’s blanket |
Watcha, come into my realm |
Baby had a psychic reading about the life she was leading |
There were questions, homie serious suggestions |
Running with the big boys all over town |
Collecting all the taxes, recieving all the faxes |
Relaying messages, more than a runner |
Fell in love with the captain in charge of the drogas |
Every single night when he was out on business |
She was snorting coca instead of doing dishes |
Baptised to the mob, youngster wants the logic |
Watcha little homie, I got this little project |
You and my lady pick up this dope |
Drop my lady and the dope, don’t forget to test the coke |
Up in the attic she began to snort |
No sympathy in pain if the shipment was short |
The boss came home with sex on his mind |
And a diamond set to make her his wife |
Indulgence on behalf of his bitch |
Powder on her nose, her eyes began to twitch |
The captain ain’t no fool, he smelled the sloppy rat |
He grabbed her by the throat, 'where's my fucking dope at?' |
Mija starts to stutter, she blames in on the youngster |
The man that she loved had turned into a monster |
He didn’t give a damn, all he cares about is dope |
Importancy of currency, the power that it shows |
Torture cuz no one wants to tell the truth |
To the chamber of pain till someone goes insanse |
What else is to be done in a matter like this |
How am I to know that they won’t turn a snitch |
He can’t have that, that’s the game of death |
He proceeds to liquidate her with the bullet proof vest |
All three would die, destiny brings sadness |
Ambulance rolls up, let me get three dead man’s blankets |
Just like I imagined, everyone’s fortress collapsed |
No one could escape, everyone’s time was maxed out |
What’s it really all about |
Weed and deception or sinful intentions |
The Armageddon agent, chapter one in the book of life |
The dead man’s blanket |
In a love dispute husband poisons wife |
Police kill innocent man reaching for his glasses |
Child kills mom playing with father’s gun |
When will it all come to an end |
Very soon so they say |
Alrato |