Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Till Death Do Us Part, 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
Till 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 |