Lyrics While The Enemy Sleeps - Conejo, Madogg

While The Enemy Sleeps

You ready to do this fool?
This motherfucker actually thinks he came up on this bitch
This bitch is working for me, it’s a set-up
Let this fool get his.
Gonna' kick the motherfucking door down
Smoke his ass
Smoke that motherfucker homie
Catch his ass while he asleep
Ese get your C’s so I can get my cheese
Ese motherfuckers know how I do these fleas
I squeeze till they bleed every last damn pint
Then I run up in the crib and fucking strip it blind
I crack that safe and take all that cheese
We came for the squares and the tons of weed
It’s first hands, and this a shiesty world
Ese you could get got even take your girl
Don’t try and block it cuz on the trigger I’m vicious
The illuminated one Death Angel I’m vicious
Time is money so this money is mine
Everybody spit crime but it ain’t spoken like mine
Fuck fame, I’m in the House of Pain
Ese ain’t no sunshine as there ain’t no 'caine
Hearing that, I smoke a chronic bag
Convict, sick clique, like a shot we bad
While the enemy sleeps my peeps load the heat
And before the night’s over it’s a murderous scene
No not a dream, with stab wounds to your neck
Bone crusher at my crib
If I slept it was one eye open
Paranoid thoughts, enemies just close in
Leave em frozen in black body bags
Now motherfuckers sleep in the coroner’s van
You ain’t got enough bullets to see me bleed
Maddog and Conejo bang the big 1−3
The sur side of Califas is where it takes place
Ese put you in place running up in your face
I got you covered, like a black body bag
Execution style homie covered with the blue rag
Homie let the pants sag while I bail out quick
Heat’s at my side with the fully loaded clip
I stick and move move and stick then I’m gone
Missing in action homie, never made it home
Fuck what you saying ese, fuck what you heard
When the enemy sleeps, his vida’s a blur
Trucha bring the yellow tape
It’s another crime scene due to anger and hate
Meet your fate when the clock strike 12
Wide awake, out the door, grab the gat off the shelf
I called up some killers from the hood I knew
Don’t know?
Better check how them Dead End do
Prison terms for murder, what’s a G to do?
Flip birds forever, send your kids to my school
And keep it realer than the average dude
Don’t panic when it happen, drug war consume
So keep an SK in the baby’s crib
In the diaper bag ese fully loaded clips
Everyone slowed up and their face got pale
Put a cap in your boy this a deadly trail
I chop it and bag it then make that sale
Ten years working nights, don’t tip that scale
Don’t play with guitars like Eric Clapton
Glock 17's when I get to clappin' then I’m back in
Soon as you close your eyes
While the enemy sleeps her comes the Devil disguised