Story About My Life - Conejo

You Know This Is A Story About My Life

And The Place Where I Come From

You Know Them Streets

You Know Them Hang Outs

Where It All Goes Down

And If You Don’t

I Suggest You Stay Away

Cause Ain’t No Telling

What Could Happen In The Zone

Well Enough About That Homies

Let’s Get In To Some Gangsta Shit

That’s Right Check It

How Long Will I Last

In This Life I Live

Ese Running From Some Shit

That They Say I Did

Been In Other Territories

Of Different Gangs

And They Don’t Fuck Around

They’ll Kill You Just The Same

And Some Do You Worst

Like Your Family Tree

Ese Over Fucken Keys

And Some Tons Of Weed

Its All Greed

And We Love To Bleed

But Before I Fucken Go

I Want To Plant My Seed

But I’m Sterile From The Drugs

That I’ve Consumed

Ese Trigger Finger Numb

From The Fools I Schooled

I Stayed True

To A Ruthless Game

Ese Big Rabbit Loco

Heroin And Caine

Shots Fired

They Trying To Take My Life

Ese Catch My Ass Slipping

On A Stormy Night

Believe That

Ain’t No Building Safe

Out Them L.A.X.

Hangers

High Jacked Me A Plane

This A Story About My Life

And The Way It Is

I Smoke Vets From Your Hood

I Don’t Kill No Kids

We Do Bids

And Vatos Plead The 5th

Don’t Get Lost In This Maze

Cause I’ll Split Your Wig

Young Trigg

Stay Sparking The Spliff

Whole Lot Of Arizona

And Them Cocaine Bricks

Gang Flicks

In Them Teen Angel Mags

You No The Color Of The Rag

The Home Of Body Bags

Drank This Whole Fucken Hennessy Bottle

Thinking About All My Homies Rest In Peace

Let’s Go

There’s So Much Shit

That I Could Spit Right Now

Ese Drunk & High

On The Fucken Prowl

With Crimes On My Mind

That I Haven’t Committed

A Trial In The Works

Suspect One Be Acquitted

They Want It Gangster

Like Venom Says

I’m The Angel Of Death

Barrio H — P — S

That Dead End Trece

Tiny Loco Gang

All My Hooverpark Riders

Homie Kill On Demand

I’m Here — I’m There

I’m Everywhere

The Streets know What’s Up

With My Dragons Lair

I’m A G — You A Fake

There Ain’t Much To Say

Half The Rappers In L. A

Bit My Devils Play

Got Zones

At The Gates Of Hell

Ese Methamphetamines

Got You Fiends In Jail

I Flip Well

Off That Digital Scale

Had Tail — Made Bail

On A Direct Sale

This A Story About My Life

And The Way It Is

I Smoke Vets From Your Hood

I Don’t Kill No Kids

We Do Bids

And Vatos Plead The 5th

Don’t Get Lost In This Maze

Cause I’ll Split Your Wig

Young Trigg

Stay Sparking The Spliff

Whole Lot Of Arizona

And Them Cocaine Bricks

Gang Flicks

In Them Teen Angel Mags

You No The Color Of The Rag

The Home Of Body Bags

The Hoods Mine

So The World Is Fucked

I’ll Turn 3 White Boys

Into The 3 White Clucks

Black Chucks Laced Up

And Some Cut Off Shorts

Ese Gold Rope Chain

O.Z.

Of The Smoke

I’m On The Scene

Without Being Seen

Ese Big Brother Cam

See The X-5 Flee

Into The Night

And Back Tomorrow Night

The Tequila Got Me Drunk

Lavada Got Me Right

They Call Me Scarface2

Its Like 2 Guns Say

They Wanna Do Like We Do

But I’m A Fool

Won’t Tolerate They’re Shit

In The Audi A — 4

Block Balling N Shit

They Know The Click That I’m With

Will Bust That Grill

Bust A Cap Real Quick

Got Cheddar For Real

Ese Dead Presidents

Homie Euros & Yens

Dipped Out With My Set

Don’t Make Me Raise My Tec

This A Story About My Life

And The Way It Is

I Smoke Vets From Your Hood

I Don’t Kill No Kids

We Do Bids

And Vatos Plead The 5th

Don’t Get Lost In This Maze

Cause I’ll Split Your Wig

Young Trigg

Stay Sparking The Spliff

Whole Lot Of Arizona

And Them Cocaine Bricks

Gang Flicks

In Them Teen Angel Mags

You No The Color Of The Rag

The Home Of Body Bags