Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Til Death Do Us Part, artist - Conejo. Date of issue: 21.07.2001
Song language: English
Til Death Do Us Part |
| Imagine that little homey |
| A world without drogas |
| Vatos would get high off of letting teflon bullets fly |
| Till death do us part |
| With the stroke of my venom, I say let’s ride again |
| Till death do us part, I’m gonna make this end |
| Got the older veteranos that’ll back my play |
| Put a shank in your back with nothing to say |
| Enemigas wanna die, I say let’s ride again |
| There will be no hesitation, I’ve been waiting in vain |
| Strange, why do they play these games |
| When it’s all about your hustle, heroin, speed, cocaine |
| Where will I end up when all this unfolds |
| In the joint doing life, paralyzed, I don’t know |
| The way that things are going, shit is getting is shady |
| Fucking every broad, including homies' ladies |
| Emotional slaughter when I’m heavily sedated |
| Gave birth to a menace, look what the streets created |
| Armageddon, ese dreams and illusions |
| I’m the master of your wishes, put it down so vicious |
| Love my girl and my mom, and when they’re gone |
| Everything that was right will turn to wrong |
| So don’t you try to cross me, double cross me |
| The times are really hard but I kill for this money |
| Turn down in the pages till the day I’m paroled |
| To these bitch ass haters, let’s go blow for blow |
| Eternal endings that’ll count your dope |
| Got the hood strung out, gotta get your own |
| Moving with the force of wind |
| Knocking bullets in your system, your chest cave in |
| Transfer, all day to recover |
| A trunk full of dope coming over the border |
| Replacement killers aligned in arms |
| I don’t give a fuck, battlewounds and scars |
| Causing panic cuz my hunger is solid |
| Your poor state of mind got the drogas you wanted |
| Unconsciencely I’m sinning, beginning to win |
| I toss lethal bullets when I spray mack tens |
| Santana’s Greatest Hits in a '63 bumps |
| Throwing gang signs with no tears of a clown |
| I’ll get a tat on my head that covers it all |
| Got a bad ass bitch that fucks them all |
| She’s all about the paper and so am I |
| So I tax that bitch on my natural high |
| Raised in design where you had to be strong |
| Theatrical debate, there’s death at dawn |
| Touched on axis, I got you all faxes |
| Slipping into darkness when the drum be tax this |
| Drogas, I got them raw |
| Fuck what you saw, put a bullet in your jaw |
| You get wet or you get stuck in a pen |
| With a nine inch shank that was dipped in lead |
| The way to get this money is simple and plain |
| Gotta cop a clavo, heroin, speed, cocaine |
| The way to get these broads is simple and plain |
| X for the sex and the rest is game |
| That’s right dog I call this home |
| These vatos contemplate us so I watch this full of papers |
| Serio, we engage in riots |
| So if you’re out of town ese don’t even try it |
| Check it out perro |
| This goes out to all them caniving ass vatos |
| Trying to creep and crawl |
| They get gunned down |
| And this goes out to all them poisonous snakes |
| That know what time it is |
| You know why |
| Cuz they won’t be pleased until they see us go to battle |
| Que no |
| Motherfuckers don’t want guerra |
| They overdose on the spot |
| That’s what I’m talking about |
| What the calle |