Conejo Royal Court Lyrics

It's the diary of ah person that's dead
He got ah needle in his vein and ah pipe in his hand
Immortalize buy his tunes in itunes
Now I'm across the map
He got loyal goons
And the trigger
Still got more heart
I'ma spice one ship
Now let's embark
I stay sleeping
With one eye open
Got the glock forty that could leave you frozen
Un cinco de muerte is where you at
Tiger out the cage that could kill you fat
It's the greatest
Show on earth
Ain't no price
To match his work

The Royal Court
Is here with me
All thee entourage at the monarchy
I'm the ruler ese of this land
Somebody get the bong and load it up with ah gram
The Royal Court
Don't f*ck with gestures
This hungry muthuf*ckers get whacked from the sister
I inject ya
Ese with that dope
That China white bag got this tiny loked

The myth the legend C.O.N's ah weapon
If the situating near
I could bring the method
Y se llama
Matalos a todos
Everybody in that party bites ase cholos
And the jealous
Still got ah strap
That's right homeboy we don't take no capture
Cause we could take you
To the underworld
Where the demons gather round past the blunt around
That's terror
From his origin
So if ah murder need to happen then it make more sense
So we dumped em
In the f*cking ditches
They were f*cking all they're bitches
Hard to kill
But I make it look easy
Run up on me quick and I'll blow up this shit That's ah bomb
Strapped to my frame
You foo's ain't crazy better think again

The Royal Court
Is here with me
All thee entourage at the monarchy
I'm the ruler ese of this land
Somebody get the bong and load it up with ah gram
The Royal Court
Don't f*ck with gestures
This hungry muthuf*ckers get whacked from the sister
I inject ya
Ese with that dope
That China white bag got this tiny loked

Got my paper work
Ready at hand
This regard to talk ese come again
Histo and them make you comprehend
Where ah big ass filero for commend sense
Senseless
How they beat you down
The homies in the yarda ain't f*cking around
On the Royal Courts put you on life support
Get out of line
When we f*ck your doctrine
Ai te va
Another chekiada
For running that lip without knowing nada
Ah little advice get the facts straight
The big bad Ache known to regulate
Ask about me
You know I put it down
The State the Feds homie I've been around
Where the calles homie rain supreme
Soy Veneno de los Harpy's Muerto Fin

The Royal Court
Is here with me
All thee entourage at the monarchy
I'm the ruler ese of this land
Somebody get the bong and load it up with ah gram
The Royal Court
Don't f*ck with gestures
This hungry muthuf*ckers get whacked from the sister
I inject ya
Ese with that dope
That China white bag got this tiny loked