You Ain't The Homie No More - Conejo

You aint got enuff bullets to see me bleed

You fire up the crowd down three miss me You wanna dis my barrio homie think again

Street life you get laced with lead

I cracked your ribs cause you wore a vest

Your mind got blown when you stepped in the zone

Al Capone ese was my mentor

So check motherfuckers from the back to the center

Conejo, ese gang affiliated

Vatos hesitated, so they got decapitated

Slapped like bitch to make it clear

I’m that vato slamming carga

Smoking primos in the rear

That’s real eternal tattoo tears

I’m a bird of prey that hunts on fear

Ese gotta go, fast not slow

I’m a dead men walking when I take a stroll

I remember you homie from back in the day

Switched sides with the law you walked I stayed

Now I’m out on the calles here to get my issue

I’ma catch you slippin and I’ma pistol wip you

I remember you homie from back in the day

When your ass turned snitch like a bitch you fled

Five years later back to settle the score

Automatic up your ass, you ain’t the homie no more

You won’t stand a chance against this west los ganga

enemigas break it down because they get no chansa

Damm homie, these vatos they don’t know me Let’s ride baby boy cause I heard they’re coming for me Serio I get critical with mines

So I down motherfuckers to the day that I die

Tonite I said tonite is the night

I get busy with my strap bury bodies tonite

My shade is brown, Toxtli get down

I make three wishes, my first is a pound

The second a key, the third is ten g’s

I buy weapons with my feria so I spray these fleas

Rest in piss what kind of war is this

Rattle snakes they hiss flying bullets never miss

Perro, it’s gotta be like that

Your ass fucked up you get robbed and stabbed.

Heroin kicks in relieves the tension

Wicked women come in relieve the tension

These broads want coke so I call the connection

There’s a price they gotta pay for the fuckin attention

That’s right homegirl ain’t nada for free

It’s not like you’re my righteous or my wife to be Your man’s a punk I’m eternal I’m a rider

L.A. county jail to the joint I’m a southsider