Conejo - Did I Sell My Soul? lyrics

I Signed A Contract
But, I Ain't Get No Mansion
No Cars, No Boats no Nada
Than What The Fuck Did I
Exchange My Soul For?

C-Rock Is The Ying c-Mack Is The Yang
They Got The Business Fucked Up
And Their Product Is Wack they Sound Black
And They Exhibit They Back
But When They Get To The Pen
Its Guaranteed To Get Shanked
And The Crumbs That You Made
Off That Box Of Garbage
Got A Muthafuker Laughing
Cause Your Vehicle Salvage i'm A Savage
That Means I Body Bag You
Out Of State In The Desert
Cause You Got No Value sabes - Holla
They Know To Fight The Pigs
Blue Rag State Of Mind that Split Your Wig
So Take Heed or Become Ghostly
I Sleep With The Vest and The AK Closely
You Bitches know Me
For Drug Dealin' & Pimpin'
I Walk With The Cain but A G Ain't Limpin
The Boy Trippin' on Your Personnel
Homie Smacking Muthafuckas
In This Concrete Hell

Did I Sell My Soul?
I Shook Hands With The Devils
Is That The Shit I Had To Do
To Reach This Level its My Endeavor
To Come This Strong enemies Try To Cross Me
And Do Me Wrong i Must've Sold My Soul
While I was Fucken wasted
The Dragon In My Vein
And I Began To Chase It gave Me Methods
Then I Got In The Lab with A Bag Of Narcotic
And A Writing Pad

So Many Gimmicks Homie and So Many Critics
That After Meditation
I Ain't Trying To Hear It
Saint Louise Fitted i'm Sly, Slick & Wicked
This City Got Bricks for A Lower Ticket
Shoot The Digit's you A Fabrication
So I Ain't Doin' Shit with Your Association
For Real Though what The Fuck You Flippin'?
When My Boys Do The Shipment
Newspaper Clippin' gun Shots
From The Wesson Toys and I Just Got Back
From Illinois its An Eye For An Eye
In The Windy City ese All Foreign Cars
And Big Ass Titties patrollin'
Looking For Taliban ese Afghan Style
No Pinching Plan i'm The Medicine Man
Hear My Tribe i Smoke Into The Plants
That Get You High

You Want This Throne? In Your Fucken Dreams
Only Cocaine Slangers understand The Green
And Thats A Fact you Wanna Conquer That
The Shit That I Build
Fool My Clips Are Filled
So Place Your Gangstas i'm A Fucken Magician
2-Story Crack House offer Exposition
You Already Dead you A Organ Donor
Watching 20 TVs i'm A New Club Owner
Another Day Another Dollar
Ask The File Clerk
I'm A Wait Till You Receive
Homie Get You For Work i Sever Fingers
And I Heard You Would Finger
On A Stand Up In Court like An R&B Singer
Singing Hooks To The Jury
The Judge Is Watching
There's A Bomb Under Your Seat
And The Clock Ain't Stoppin' booom!
Your Ass Went Through The Ceilin'
But That's What You Get
For Your Punk Ass Squealin'

You See
We Got All These Raggedy Ass Muthafuckers
Trying To Be Hollywood
Walking Out The Swapmeet
Feeling Like A Million Bucks
But, I'm Here Now c - O - N
The Avenging Angel
Doing This Shit For Everybody Out There
That Just Ain't Inspired
By The Bullshit Thats Out Right Now
Ha These Muthafuckas Is Wack