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CONEJO - THE DEVIL'S INSIDE

[Verse One 16 Bars]
I made the news
I was on fox 11
saying I was on the run
for a 1 - 8 - 7
U.S. marshalls
get deployed on me
they just got a lead
Im in the N.Y.C.
and down in Chi.
with a terrorist cell
A.T.F. moved in
on the gates of hell
cause 2 S.W.A.T. fell
trying to give me tail
ese shit got hot
so I had to bail
and I just got back
from the ATL
wont mention no names
but im supplying them well
rapped up
so the dogs dont smell em
Im a leave it up to you
Im a convicted felon
but they say im like
the C.I.A.
for bringing work to the geto
where them devils play
brrrrrrrrrrat
I fucken sprayed your crew
ese I dont give a fuck
you know I smoked a few

chorus / hook 8 bars

[Verse Two 16 Bars]
The Feds got involved
when I crossed state lines
came through the check point
my bitch pushing the ride
ese 20 D.E.A.s
wanna find the cash
but they stuck on the ass
so they told us to pass
1.5
in the fucken stash
muthafucker do the math
I do it back to back
you get snatched
and never seen again
Conejo be the reaper
rime flow get deeper
cause who in the game
done it quit like " I "
I think for a second
no one quit like " I "
gots to kill me twice
It got to happen tonight
apocalypse now
I put them city light out
I banged on labels
and made there artist look soft
exposed every single one
for nothing more then a front
I lit chronic blunts
and blew the smoke in there face
West L.A. was the place
were I caught my case

chorus / hook 8 bars

[Verse Three 16 Bars]
Its like 2high say
gang bangings tradition
the block steady plotting
while your partners is dropping
the fans copping
ese the new LP
the new cd
Its for the felons like me
the streets wanna know
whats the harps with rabbs
colabos with the g 'est
custom made for the gangs
the realest
and its been recognized
homie any record drop
a 16 with my scribe
they ask why ?
cause im willing to ride
In this world full of sin
where im whipping this white ( caine )
In the killing field of : dreams
vatos aint what they seem
my homies caught one
he punked out on his team
thats what I mean
Its already foreseen
ese vatos full of steam
couldnt dodge the red beams
thats how we breathe
In this city of mine
and this the introduction
to : LOS ANGELES TIMES

outro.

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