| What’s up homey, I just got out the joint
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| Is that right?
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| You ready to do this?
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| Yeah, homie
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| Alright
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| Let me get feria ese
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| 211 in progress
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| I ain’t going back homie
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| The world is a ghetto waiting to explode
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| Filled with wicked women telling fortunes that will fold
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| So let no one get you down
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| In addition ghetto vision, makes me hold it down
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| Formulate the program, stipulate the prism
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| Special thoughts equivalent to wisdom
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| Yield to get more, point blank eradicate
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| Hit so quick couldn’t catch it in the frame
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| Damn, I used to be a stick up kid
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| So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did
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| I got this far, cause I had a fatal hustle
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| To back my plate, yes I had a fatal muscle
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| I reach for the avix then I tax the silence
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| I captivate the crowd when I speak my violence
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| Elimination, ese terminate these games
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| Anticipate the worst, stand back and refrain
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| I need money, I used to be a stick up kid
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| So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did
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| I need money, I used to be a stick up kid
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| So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did
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| I need money, I used to be a stick up kid
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| So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did
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| I need money, I used to be a stick up kid
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| So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did
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| I grew up and I came up in the West part of Los
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| Putas, rogas, locas, enemigas get the floor
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| Shots were random, so access permitted
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| Everyone is fully packing so no one knew who did it
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| Now that I’m older, ese now that I’m bolder
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| No longer am I a pawn, I’m a heavyweight soldier
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| Composure is something that is kept
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| Something that is done when you live by the gun
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| Get down, the shots went bang
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| It wasn’t planned this way, just meet my demand
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| And things will go smooth
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| I hope that I am heard, I hope I’m understood
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| Where’s the motherfucking coca
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| All of the feria from selling all them drogas
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| En las calles it’s the Wild West
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| Bullets penetrating right through the vato’s vest
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| You gotta know what you’re doing
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| Three strikes ain’t no joke
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| My mind’s fucking with me perro
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| Ain’t no coming home after that
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| I know what you’re talking about, que no
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| That’s right
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| I need money, I used to be a stick up kid
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| So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did
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| I need money, I used to be a stick up kid
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| So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did
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| This Conejo right here
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| Where the mic remains homie
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| Yo controlo
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| You know the way it’s going down
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| The return
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| Check it out
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| I need money, I used to be a stick up kid
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| So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did
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| This goes out to all the vatos out there doing tiempo
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| Murder robbery
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| Q-Vo |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Need Money , by - Conejo. Song from the album City Of Angels- Special Edition, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп