My Territory - Conejo

Haha You Know I’m Sayin

It Be Like

From Block To Block

From Hood To Hood

We Do This

The Devil Broke Loose

In My Fucken Mind

Ese Telling Me To Choose

Between The Glock And The Uz

The Devil Broke Loose

In My Fucken Mind

Ese Telling Me To Choose

Between The Glock And The Uz

The First Rule In Killing

Is You Don’t Say Nothing

It’s A Hell Of A Night

To Do Some Dumping

Cause We Always End Up Warring

For Territory

Have Mercy On My Soul

Then Pass The Joint And The Forty

I’m Free As The Wind

I’m The Running Man

But You Could Call Me The Hustler

Germany To Japan

Mama Told Me

There’d Be Days Like This

I Reminisce Then I Piss

Then I Light My Cig

Fuck A Pig

He Want A Piece Of The Turf

But He Ain’t From Around

He Ain’t Knowing The Worth

It Gave Me Birth

I’m A Do My Dirt

Red Alert I Assert

And Your Lady’s A Flirt

Got My Hand Up Her Skirt

She Low Down Dirty

Homie Turn A Bitch Out

Have Her Crossing Them Birdys

There Was 30

In The Fucken Box

The Barrio Making Money

When Them Rocks Get Chopped

My Territory

Is Full Of Dead End Streets

And We Don’t Know Defeat

We Caravanning In Fleets

It Never Change

Ain’t No Lazy Sunday

Ese Killers Stay Awake

And Floss That Gunplay

Territory

It Come From Way Back Then

Homie Inner City Shit

That Connect In The Pen

Should Of — Would Of

But Your Soul Was Taken

Muthafucker Smoking Weed

To Calm The Hatred

I’m Creeping Nightly

They Start Singing A Song

About A Unsung Hero

And To The Gang He Belong

Circle The Block

Then I Shoot Up There House

These Fairy Tale Rappers

Hit The Deck Then They Bounce

Heavy Themes

About Some Land That’s Claimed

I Pull My Heat Out

After A Eagle I’m Named (Harpy)

I’ve Gone Insane

Break Out The Heroin Spoons

Snow Flakes A Belushi

Some Notorious Tunes

Here It Goes

Fatal Dreams Part 2

It’s To Late Lil Homie

Better Stick To Your Crew

That’s How I Feel (Put In Work Then Get High)

I’m Just Keeping It Real

I Rather See You At The Spot

Dog Gripping The Steal

Crazy Times

The Nuns Wearing A Wire

Ese Undercover Buyers

That’s 2 Face Liars

They Expire

Up State For Them Priors

Homie 30 Times Stabbed

From The Tower They Fired

My Territory

Is Full Of Dead End Streets

And We Don’t Know Defeat

We Caravanning In Fleets

It Never Change

Ain’t No Lazy Sunday

Ese Killers Stay Awake

And Floss That Gunplay

Territory

It Come From Way Back Then

Homie Inner City Shit

That Connect In The Pen

Should Of — Would Of

But Your Soul Was Taken

Muthafucker Smoking Weed

To Calm The Hatred

Gang Signs

You Know What Time It Is

Its The Evil Men Do

When They Handle They Biz

Gang Signs

You Know What Time It Is

Its The Evil Men Do

When They Handle They Biz

It’s Like The Homie Toker Said

This For My Gang Bangers

West West

Mi Territorio

Ya Stuvo