| Hey homey
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| Don’t you worry about nada Conejo
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| We’ll be the eyes in the back of your head homey
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| Tattoo Ink homey
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| Come on dog
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| Sun down
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| I declare war on these vatos
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| Check it out
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| Bugsy, assasinate them all
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| Sun down we go to war, we settle scores homey
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| In the way when we spray, hit the floor homey
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| For sure homey, we ain’t playing no games
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| Fill your casket with three bodies then it’s layed in a grave
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| Silly ass catalogues, you’re the type that’s left nameless
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| Need to stay off the streets and stick to entertainment
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| The gates, we’re on some Valentines Massacre shit
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| In too deep, too deep you get your passenger hit
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| Hey dog, these vatos they can’t fade me
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| Bugs, Conejo, and Veneno, we got it locked baby
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| It’s all about pride, gotta hold on to that
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| Or your life and your guns, gotta hold on to that
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| Put a death-hold on the rap or a hole in your back
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| It’s like all out warfare when Western soldiers attack
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| City of Casualties, death to those who oppose
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| A murder case couldn’t stop me, they gotta drop me with holes
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| Tonight we go to war, we settle scores
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| We kick down doors for the money and the whores
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| Anybody say a word, anybody that expose
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| We gonna hang you from a wire so you won’t see anymore
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| Inside cold as war, like a cold ass war
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| Frostbiting bullets, vatos don’t want no more
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| Took cover, in the Los they shoot to kill
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| I know the deal, ese strapped with stainless steel
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| The night started off like this, this hoodrat bitch
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| Tried to set me up, what the fuck is up
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| Shot her homeboys up, click clack bang bang
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| Silence took over the moment then the ruggeds manifested
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| Took off long gun, a hundred lines for the gun, invested
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| My uncare infestation, Venom is retaliation
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| You gets no compensation, buried or creamation
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| Ever since you parted your face has been posted up on a milk carton,
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| ended up missing
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| No pardons or issues since ese died for dissing
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| Who’s next to disappear, disrespect you’ll get neglect
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| Check, don’t let me excavate my teck
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| Tonight we go to war
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| I’m on some block cocaine shit trying to feed the hemp
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| Bugsy, Gato, ese Venom is back
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| We out to gank, supplying hoods with crank
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| That’s the shit I gotta do to fortify the bank
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| You ain’t never met a writter that’s better, quick to pull a strap
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| Hit you like a dose of some uncut smack
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| Nodding out, get you rocked to your socks
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| Not enough time for you to call the cops
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| Cuz how am I gonna make my jefa cry for life
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| On a three strike bid, they better take my life
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| Count one, is a robbery and murder
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| I kill wack MC’s over MPC’s
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| I got bones to my belt, cuz other ways I’d fail
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| Got mail from your bitch when I was sitting in jail
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| Parolee at the gate, they got me high control
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| Cuz everytime that I stroll bodies get found cold
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| That’s right, bodies get found cold homey
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| That’s right homey, what you think
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| Tattoo Ink, you don’t know shit about this game homey
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| Stick to entertainment, we go to war
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| Serio
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| I’ll tell you right now homey, fuck rap
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| Soy Conejo, what you wanna do ese
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| Motherfuckers can’t get in my mind
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| They can’t penetrate
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| I’ll take this motherfucking sistema to a whole motherfucking level
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| On my own
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| What you want ese, what you want
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| Casualty loss at a maximum rate
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| Vatos are dyin |