| You aint got enuff bullets to see me bleed
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| You fire up the crowd down three miss me You wanna dis my barrio homie think again
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| Street life you get laced with lead
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| I cracked your ribs cause you wore a vest
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| Your mind got blown when you stepped in the zone
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| Al Capone ese was my mentor
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| So check motherfuckers from the back to the center
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| Conejo, ese gang affiliated
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| Vatos hesitated, so they got decapitated
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| Slapped like bitch to make it clear
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| I’m that vato slamming carga
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| Smoking primos in the rear
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| That’s real eternal tattoo tears
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| I’m a bird of prey that hunts on fear
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| Ese gotta go, fast not slow
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| I’m a dead men walking when I take a stroll
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| I remember you homie from back in the day
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| Switched sides with the law you walked I stayed
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| Now I’m out on the calles here to get my issue
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| I’ma catch you slippin and I’ma pistol wip you
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| I remember you homie from back in the day
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| When your ass turned snitch like a bitch you fled
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| Five years later back to settle the score
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| Automatic up your ass, you ain’t the homie no more
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| You won’t stand a chance against this west los ganga
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| enemigas break it down because they get no chansa
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| Damm homie, these vatos they don’t know me Let’s ride baby boy cause I heard they’re coming for me Serio I get critical with mines
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| So I down motherfuckers to the day that I die
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| Tonite I said tonite is the night
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| I get busy with my strap bury bodies tonite
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| My shade is brown, Toxtli get down
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| I make three wishes, my first is a pound
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| The second a key, the third is ten g’s
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| I buy weapons with my feria so I spray these fleas
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| Rest in piss what kind of war is this
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| Rattle snakes they hiss flying bullets never miss
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| Perro, it’s gotta be like that
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| Your ass fucked up you get robbed and stabbed.
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| Heroin kicks in relieves the tension
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| Wicked women come in relieve the tension
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| These broads want coke so I call the connection
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| There’s a price they gotta pay for the fuckin attention
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| That’s right homegirl ain’t nada for free
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| It’s not like you’re my righteous or my wife to be Your man’s a punk I’m eternal I’m a rider
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| L.A. county jail to the joint I’m a southsider |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Ain't The Homie No More, artist - Conejo. Album song City Of Angels- Special Edition, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп