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Check 1-2, check 1-2 homie We got Conejo up in this canton That's right homie That's the way it's going down perro Check it out, right about now I'ma start snuffing vatos on the spot See these vatos going around town Talking about Conejo ain't worthy of holding a microphone Ah, you fucked up perro Serio, I'm coming to get you You and your whole motherfucking clicka Knock you out the box Let's go rhyme for rhyme, what you got I got a sixteen bar bullet that'll knock you out the box You got beef, you cell soldier I took the money off your books and mentally I broke ya Caught the change to a big yard Ese waiting for my clavo ese waiting for my bone yard Gotta get that, make some feria Got the homies on the tira homie slanging this loquera Care package that was filled to the rim Got a bitch out there that's good for hustle and sin Checking in, saying 'baby what you need?' I know this baller just paroled watch her fuck him for his green They shoot it, money order and some flicks Letras de cancionesGet a close up shot of the nipples and the clit I like 'em slutty, so keep your lady in the safe Cuz if she wanna skeez, second time I won't waste Program that, so I can bring it It's in my nature, so I ain't gotta think it I'ma sink it, like a battleship I'ma gank for the bank like an old school convict I stay loyal to the code while you start dry snitching I cook dope for the fiends in Casper's kitchen Got some high tech inmates in my car Gate money in hand, bullet wounds and scars No more weight house, it's all about calasthetics Got a kite from the calles, certain vatos gotta get it Broke him off, but he won't PC up He's a lifer with a jacket, he was down as fuck It's like damn doggie, aren't we all Locked down in a cell thinking of ways to ball On call, torpedo with a gun I was waiting at the gate cuz you know I'm on one I'm bad news, I'll beat the shit out your ass With ten camaradas selling coca and grass You ain't got no status so how you wanna ball I'm a jailhouse lawyer and I tax them all Disrupt my business and you're at my disposal Got priors, put in work, I'm a rider Get your cap peeled, you're a witness in a case You get a greenlight, you're a target for death Big homies slanging ink, you get tatted for life Put your varrio on your chest, you get married to crime Do your time up in gladiator school I got my cora up in elementary school So if a tear comes down the side of my face Then you know I'm about to murder ese up in this place La esquina, for all times carnal Anybody backstab me, snuff 'em out carnal Check it out I got my homeboy China White That's right I got my perro Bandit What you vatos wanna do And like I said before Let's go rhyme for rhyme ese What you got From Letras Mania