Conejo - Cry For Me lyrics

I’m from the land of the shadows
City of the gods
I’m from the hard rock bottom
Ese the land of the lost
They said we’re marked for death
America’s most wanted
My hood’s a ghost town
It’s like my neighborhood’s haunted
I put my soul on these beats
Sold my soul to the beast
With immortal techniques
I watch for death when it creep
Gangster commander and chief
The words I speak are eternal
Cast out of heaven in to
Hell walking through burning infernos
Time travel with the stars
Do my time behind bars
I’m thee unbreakable man with
The invisible scar
You see the gun in my hand
That’s for the cops on the case
They wanna put me in cuffs
They trying to send me upstate i drop bass
I shoot a coward right in his face
I bet he heard of how
I murder muthafuckas on tape
I’m down to blast, ese fuck the federal task
And the punk district attorney
Bitch can kiss my ass
I’m the man in the mask
Matter of fact I’m the one
They wanna send back to prison for
The love of a gun
And at night, I pray to god please
Watch over my sons i can feel it in the air
Oh this time will come, i give a fuck

They cry for me it wait's patiently
Lloran por mí me espera ahí

Mí influencia es hampleada
Something like brujería cuando es enviada
G status, in this game
Ain’t another motherfucker that could
Do the same esto es una nueva faseta
But, I stay in the shadows
Sociedad secreta, me respetan
Cause with the enemy blood
I decorate the corner with a throwaway gun
That’s how it’s done por eso quieren captura
Cause, I don’t fuck around, at this altura
The caskets piled for several miles
Homie top notch lyrics, architectural style
Con mandados por el famoso conejo
Situation get real, ahí les va el consejo
Lights off jump out, catch ‘em slippin’
Ese do it by your lonely
So there ain’t no snitchin’
It’s just you and the memory
Now let’s skip to the jale
That was sent for me
It touch down, the stash get open
Every brick coming out is what I’m holding

They cry for me it wait's patiently
Lloran por mí me espera ahí

At night I dance with the devil
Just to stack the dinero
I’m with the angel of death
Music produced by the ghetto
We give a fuck, we on the run with guns
Push music and move drugs, ese pure and uncut
I got that G-funk that
P-funk that Gangsta shit
Living that real street life
We represent for the click
Cause life’s a bitch homeboy
We talking money and murder
Fully active southern gangsta still
Packin’ my burner you know what’s up

De limpieza asesinatos
It’s what you gotta do, emediato
The package of coca, ese ain’t no joke
Cause if you can’t rock it up
What the fuck they gon’ smoke?
Don’t provoke, the kamikaze
I been a ronin ese you can’t stop me
Cause, I’m lifted off the Yesca
Ese five for an ounce es lo qué cuesta
Cobro plaza al lo raperos
Let me tell you vato que mi barrio es primero
So I bust, on the rivals
I don’t know about you but
That’s a form of survival

They cry for me it wait's patiently
Lloran por mí me espera ahí

Damn, haha yeah shit this one goes out to
All the muthafucken fans
All the muthafucken haters
Yeah everyone that thought this
Shit wouldn’t happen haha I’m clownin’
Hey what we doing homie? Lift the curse
S-K-M

Shit, laughing at these muthafuckas
The streets cried for us it’s alright though
We still gon drop the album
Urban Kings - Old English brand
Fuck what you talkin about