Back from the Dead - Conejo

These rap industry bitches wanna talk like

I ain’t kept the muthafucking game in suspense homie

See what I’m saying

Check a muthafucker before you even try question my presence in these streets

West Los stand up

I’m here now, I know you heard what I said

Stay in step muthafucker cause I’m back from the dead

Homie feel this, this my brand new joint

I ran up in some cribs just to prove my point

Got my 38 snub, I’m on hood patrol

It’s your boy G Rabbs legendary in los

They call me sensei cause I could show you techniques

I got a Glock 9 millies, serve dope to the streets

Killers meet dog, they pulled up in them rovers

Real heat holders only fucking with boulders

What it is though, dog you already know

Dark past grew up fast with the smuggle and coke

So I’m daring you bitches to try to fucking rob me

My voodoo witch doctors leave your ass like a zombie

Smoking chron b, the double Glock H gang

Ese catch me on the west side, took it back for the fans

Soon as word hit the streets

That I was back from the dead

Little homies running wild putting tats on their heads

I was exiled but now the rumors return

Gold chains, diamond rings, the opposition concerned

Soon as word hit the streets

That I was back from the dead

Your bitches got ready, to give me some head

They some snakes though, I’m not a sucker man

I’m a fuck with your sluts and send them back to your ass