While The Enemy Sleeps - Conejo, Madogg

You ready to do this fool?

This motherfucker actually thinks he came up on this bitch

This bitch is working for me, it’s a set-up

Let this fool get his.

Gonna' kick the motherfucking door down

Smoke his ass

Smoke that motherfucker homie

Catch his ass while he asleep

Ese get your C’s so I can get my cheese

Ese motherfuckers know how I do these fleas

I squeeze till they bleed every last damn pint

Then I run up in the crib and fucking strip it blind

I crack that safe and take all that cheese

We came for the squares and the tons of weed

It’s first hands, and this a shiesty world

Ese you could get got even take your girl

Don’t try and block it cuz on the trigger I’m vicious

The illuminated one Death Angel I’m vicious

Time is money so this money is mine

Everybody spit crime but it ain’t spoken like mine

Fuck fame, I’m in the House of Pain

Ese ain’t no sunshine as there ain’t no 'caine

Hearing that, I smoke a chronic bag

Convict, sick clique, like a shot we bad

While the enemy sleeps my peeps load the heat

And before the night’s over it’s a murderous scene

No not a dream, with stab wounds to your neck

Bone crusher at my crib

If I slept it was one eye open

Paranoid thoughts, enemies just close in

Leave em frozen in black body bags

Now motherfuckers sleep in the coroner’s van

You ain’t got enough bullets to see me bleed

Maddog and Conejo bang the big 1−3

The sur side of Califas is where it takes place

Ese put you in place running up in your face

I got you covered, like a black body bag

Execution style homie covered with the blue rag

Homie let the pants sag while I bail out quick

Heat’s at my side with the fully loaded clip

I stick and move move and stick then I’m gone

Missing in action homie, never made it home

Fuck what you saying ese, fuck what you heard

When the enemy sleeps, his vida’s a blur

Trucha bring the yellow tape

It’s another crime scene due to anger and hate

Meet your fate when the clock strike 12

Wide awake, out the door, grab the gat off the shelf

I called up some killers from the hood I knew

Don’t know?

Better check how them Dead End do

Prison terms for murder, what’s a G to do?

Flip birds forever, send your kids to my school

And keep it realer than the average dude

Don’t panic when it happen, drug war consume

So keep an SK in the baby’s crib

In the diaper bag ese fully loaded clips

Everyone slowed up and their face got pale

Put a cap in your boy this a deadly trail

I chop it and bag it then make that sale

Ten years working nights, don’t tip that scale

Don’t play with guitars like Eric Clapton

Glock 17's when I get to clappin' then I’m back in

Soon as you close your eyes

While the enemy sleeps her comes the Devil disguised