Conejo Gunshots Lyrics

[Verse 1: Conejo]
I Tried To Close My Eyes
And Get Some Sleep
When I Heard A Whole Clip
Let Off On The Street
It Sound Like A Mac
Or Maybe A Tec
I Jumped Out Of Bed
And I Went To Check
It Was A Crip On The Block
That Got Hit By The 20's
As Long As Its Not Me
I Ain't Giving A f*ck
Or Who They Came For
That's What The West Side Like
Muthaf*ckers Don't Like It
They Get Killed Tonight
Whole Gangs Took Flight
On Other Gangs
And Every Few Minutes
We Heard Them Things
So For Instance
I Pin Pointed The Distance
I Could Tell You Right Now
If They Ended Existence
Not A Witness
But The Streets Is My Business
It's Like I'm Doing Physics
Checking Missile Ballistics
Wanna Risk It
Then Bring Your Ass On Down
Gangsterville California
Body Bagging You Clowns
[Hook]
I'm Hearing Gun Shots
Everywhere That I Go
Ese Vatos Out To Handle
Do There Dirt In The Zone
Serving Zones
Of That Raw Ass Blow
Ese China White / Tar
That Ephedrine Ain't Far
I'm Hearing Gun Shots
And f*cken Sirens From Cops
Ese Helicopters Hover
Over Bodys That's Dropped
Bop - Bop
They Said A Pig Got Popped
P.D. Is Out To Kill Us
So Them Shots Won't Stop

[Verse 2: Conejo]
There's Something About
That Shady Lp
That Muthaf*ckers Recognize
When They Hearing A G
I Spit The Rules Of The Game
And Checked Some Lames
And Everytime I Drop
Is What The Album Contain Some Of The Realest
f*cken Spoken Word
Homie Scarface2
Got You Bagging That Herb
Got You Bagging That White
Got You Cooking That Ice
Muthaf*ckers Want A 100
We Could Lower The Price
More Gun Shots
At Your Recording Session
Yes I Killed Em
But You Get No Confession
f*ck With My Lawyer
His Name Smith & Wesson
I Could Give You A Lesson
How To Reach For The Weapon
Blauuuuuuuw
I Know You f*cken Saw
How It Entered His Chest
And It Exit His Jaw
My Shit Raw Ese
Your Son Call Me Pops
Ese Popped Em With Glock
94 On The Block
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Sleepy Malo]
I Heard A Shot
Just Around My Block
Another Shot
At The Parking Lot
It's Time To Ride
Like A Roller Coaster
The Next Shot
Just Kept Getting Closer
Close Enough
To Call His Bullshit Bluff
Kick The Door
My Daughters Run Behind
A Hilary Duff Poster
Hide Some 50. Cal Coaster
Speed Loaders
In The Shoulder Hoster
Like A Flip
f*cking With My Clip
I Pull Stunts
Like Back Flips
And Blow Up Some Shit
Crack A Line
Just To Pay Far Enough To Fee
All I See Is Flashbacks
From A War On The Street
Back In The Days
When I Played
Forland In The Mix
I Never Seen The Bullets Fly
But I Seen How They Hit
From The East Side
In The P.A.C
With Gun Shots
On The Cops
Don't Mean Shit To Me
[Hook]

[Outro]
Sleepy Malo, You Here Homie?