She's a Snake - Conejo

He stayed inside his castle and never came out

People said his brain was infected by devils

And that he is rotting with evil…

Got a 9 double M with the silencer

Your bitch run her mouth you better silence her

Molotov Cocktail broke through the window

Ice cold killer fucked up on endo

Home invasion, better cut the crap

And show me the stash with the fucking packs

All you industry bitches think it’s a game

Intensive care unit, puncture wounds to the brain

I’m not the one, you in the gangland

Wrong side of the tracks where the West Side gangbang

Hit a small time bank, and count the bag

Ese rob Uncle Sam and reunite the fam

Loose cannons clean up the hood

Ese only through the violence, am I understood?

Motherfuckers better lax before they stabbed in the shower

Chainsaw Massacre grave site in the shower

Then I drive-by and unload the drum

Police get bribed so they act real dumb

In the chaos don’t put your guard down

Motherfuckers see that and spit out them rounds

I spit fire, then I spit that 'caine

Motherfuckers O.D., I flatline your gang

Landminds, you lose both your legs

Ese take a wrong step be either crippled or dead

I’m a G motherfucker from the L.A.C

You bitches wanna bang wanna get at me

I’m in your hood ese driving around

With a fucking S-K ese, patrolling your grounds

It’s a waste though there’s only smokers and bums

Ese 3 scary G’s see the Hummers and run

'Cuz they knowing what the fuck that mean

Ese killers jump out and spray the fuck out the scene

As the story unfolds you contemplate suicide

Saying motherfucking Rabbit was the reason he died

Ese gunshot wounds all up in his head

Ese profane lyrics all up in my head

Living proof amongst thieves I’m king

Ese hood certified means I trust no bitch

Fuck a courtroom, smoke your ass on the stands

Ese recapping on the crimes that I did with my gang

And the violence is my American way

The Notorious outfit out to hustle it’s way

From the demo to the studio, from the streets to the pen

Curb serve fucking birds like they nickels and tens

It’s my war report and you bitches is on it

Ese dead man walkin, ese L.A.'s most wanted

C.O.N., he on your wifey’s phone

Ese critically acclaimed ese the pimp of the zone

You better chirp that bitch and ask her why

She ran off with the gang and robbed you blind

She a snake though, and you a sucker man

I’m a fax you a flick of me flossing your chain

Ima slang your ride, ima keep your sounds

Ima fuck your bitch, ima show her how

She a snake though I’m not a sucker man

You can have that slug 'cuz ima do my thang

They say he had a lot of enemies, but he killed more people than that

It was a bad time… everybody living in fear…