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letra de she's a snake - conejo

[movie]
he stayed inside his castle and never came out
people said his brain was infected by devils
and that he is rotting with evil…

[conejo]
got a 9 double m with the silencer
your b-tch run her mouth you better silence her
molotov c-cktail broke through the window
ice cold k!ller fucked up on endo
home invasion, better cut the cr-p
and show me the stash with the fucking packs
all you industry b-tches think it’s a game
intensive care unit, puncture wounds to the brain
i’m not the one, you in the gangland
wrong side of the tracks where the west side gangbang
hit a small time bank, and count the bag
ese rob uncle sam and reunite the fam
loose cannons clean up the hood
ese only through the violence, am i understood?
motherfuckers better lax before they stabbed in the shower
chainsaw m-ssacre grave site in the shower
then i drive-by and unload the drum
police get bribed so they act real dumb
in the chaos don’t put your guard down
motherfuckers see that and spit out them rounds
i spit fire, then i spit that ‘caine
motherfuckers o.d., i flatline your gang
landminds, you lose both your legs
ese take a wrong step be either crippled or dead
i’m a g motherfucker from the l.a.c
you b-tches wanna bang wanna get at me
i’m in your hood ese driving around
with a fucking s-k ese, patrolling your grounds
it’s a waste though there’s only smokers and b-ms
ese 3 scary g’s see the hummers and run
‘cuz they knowing what the fuck that mean
ese k!llers jump out and spray the fuck out the scene
as the story unfolds you contemplate suicide
saying motherfucking rabbit was the reason he died
ese gunshot wounds all up in his head
ese profane lyrics all up in my head
living proof amongst thieves i’m king
ese hood certified means i trust no b-tch
fuck a courtroom, smoke your -ss on the stands
ese recapping on the crimes that i did with my gang
and the violence is my american way
the notorious outfit out to hustle it’s way
from the demo to the studio, from the streets to the pen
curb serve fucking birds like they nickels and tens
it’s my war report and you b-tches is on it
ese dead man walkin, ese l.a.’s most wanted
c.o.n., he on your wifey’s phone
ese critically acclaimed ese the pimp of the zone

you better chirp that b-tch and ask her why
she ran off with the gang and robbed you blind
she a snake though, and you a sucker man
i’m a fax you a flick of me flossing your chain
ima slang your ride, ima keep your sounds
ima fuck your b-tch, ima show her how
she a snake though i’m not a sucker man
you can have that slug ‘cuz ima do my thang

[movie]
they say he had a lot of enemies, but he k!lled more people than that

it was a bad time…everybody living in fear….

- conejo

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