Conejo - Life In The Fast Lane 2 lyrics

Parte Dos and That's Because The Shit
Don't Stop Homeboy
It's An Aggravated Assault c-Mack 11
I'm Going Berserk

Fool I Don’t Go To Meetings
With Out The Hammer so Fools Need To Check
Their Fucken Manners
Cause Their Life Is On The Line
Messing With This Jackal
When The Doe Get Slow guaranteed To Jack You
Yeah Dog this For The 213
The Area Code that Gave Birth To A G
So Catch Me In The Hood in Your CD Player
Ese Bagging Up Work put It On The Conveyor
True Story my 9 Goes Bang
And It Make Me Immortal
When They Come Through The Portal
I’m Necessary i’m Pure And Uncut
The # 1 Gangster homie Strolling In Chucks
It Sound Crazy but Walk With Me
I Could Take You On A Trip like Its LSD
Guaranteed you Can't Fuck With Me
Cause You Got To Be Connected
And Control Is The Key

Life In The Fast Lane you Playing With Fire
Ese I’m A Bring It To You
Muthafucken Supplier get You Higher
I’m A Criminal Figure
And All You Need To Know
I’m From The West And A Killer
In The Fast Lane everything Is Dead
Ese With The Fallen Angels we Was Interbred
Now We Here like An Evil Spirit
I’ve Implanted In Your Mind a Demonic Image

Homie This Ghetto Music is Built To Destroy
A Poisonous Product is The Shit I Deploy
We In Here with The A To The K
Stop Fronting Muthafuckers
Cause, I’ll Bury You Lames ain’t No Way
You’ll Make A Move Against Me
I Strike So Fast
You’ll Be The Thing Of The Past
I’m At The Crossroads the Usual Suspect
I Protect What I’ve Earned
And Them Bullets Will Burn right Or Wrong
I Do What I Feel cause, I’m Living This Shit
And This Shit Is Real ese License To Kill
When Its Over The Money the World So Cold
Ain’t A Damn Thing Funny get A Dose Of This
Get Your Pistol Ready
You Should Be Concerned
Cause, Its Getting Heavy already
I’m A About To Empty ese 30 On Your Face
Brain Chunk Confetti

Life In The Fast Lane you Playing With Fire
Ese I’m A Bring It To You
Muthafucken Supplier get You Higher
I’m A Criminal Figure
And All You Need To Know
I’m From The West And A Killer
In The Fast Lane everything Is Dead
Ese With The Fallen Angels we Was Interbred
Now We Here like An Evil Spirit
I’ve Implanted In Your Mind a Demonic Image

You Roll Through My Hood like The President
In A Fucken Motorcade jFK’d Your Head
You Dead and My Posse Deep
I Got Snipers On The Roof
That Put Your Ass To Sleep we Parasites
The Indictment Read my New Shit Leak
And Multiply In A Week its Looking Bleak
Cause My Style Unique
And All You Wack Ass Producers
Trying To Shoot Me A Beat i Don’t Trust Em
With Their Sorry Ass Lines
They Ain’t Got No Wind
To Contain These Rhymes so If It Ain’t Dope
Don’t Waste My Time
But, If Its Sick Like That i'm A Go For Mine
I Make Em Mad they Can't Rock Like This
I Been Going Hard since 96
So You Know what You Coming Across
All You Young Muthafuckers
Best Beware Of The Boss