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letra de no comin' back - l.a. gangsters

[conejo]
oh yeah, g m-th-f-cken rabbit up in this b-tch
this beat sound hard homie
all you out of town m-th-f-ckers
looking for some d
i got them thangs 13-3
you looking for some heat?
you come see me
the angel of death

[verse 1: conejo]
i’m from that
homicide harpys gang
ese big c-rock
about to rob that bank
ese piranhas in the tank
blaze up the dank
l.a. county to the bay
riders know my rep
all you punk -ss rats
i’ll make your hood collapse
psychopathic m-th-f-cka
about to bust that mack
you wanted drama?
you couldn’t handle it
you weak -ss b-tches
i dismantle shit
drug game got fame
i don’t f-ck with lames
ese no competitions
when its squares of caine
and i transport g’s
all up in the stash
m-th-f-ckers try to jack
and they see that plaque
f-ck bail
receive pounds in the mail
drug enforcement try to rush
but they mission failed
g rabbs
the one they want so bad
for them 3 dead b-tches
in the desert sand

[hook: lil cuete]
no coming back from the grave
and i ain’t saying no names
i got a hundred round clip
and i’m headed your way
i only deal with the real
cause we packing the steel
its cuete, conejo & trippalot
we ready to k!ll
(x2)

[verse 2: lil cuete]
i heard you opened your mouth
like you got something to say
about that ese lil cuete
v-n-w-k (norwalk)
lil cuete never said
a f-cken word about you
cause up in to this point
i never heard about you
but i ain’t even tripping
i be ready to roll
until the wheels fall off
and that serio
cause homeboy i get sick
i been thinking a lot
i got love for my click
so i’ll die for the walk
yeah they call me sick
i was brought up in l.a
put you on a track
to prove i’ll blow you away
its ese lil cuete
and i’m never gonna quit
cause i got the haters saying
lil cuete you’re the shit

[verse 3: mr. trippalot]
once i’m in it
ain’t no turning back
ready with the strap
conejo pushing em back
f-ck with us
and you gon’ get cut
only real g’s ride
no te aguantas step aside
memories beat the streets
and the cycle repeats
i got my enemies
wanting me to d-i-e
but it ain’t that easy
this gangsta shit ain’t tv
see people really die
when these bullets really fly
y no saben lo que pasa
cuando ando con mi raza
no me crucen, no me odien
no me pongan rata
down loco trippalot
about to let off some shots
better think about it twice
there’s no coming back to life

- l a gangsters

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