Conejo - My Territory lyrics

Haha You Know I'm Sayin it Be Like
From Block To Block from Hood To Hood
We Do This

The Devil Broke Loose in My Fucken Mind
Ese Telling Me To Choose
Between The Glock And The Uz
The Devil Broke Loose in My Fucken Mind
Ese Telling Me To Choose
Between The Glock And The Uz

The First Rule In Killing
Is You Don't Say Nothing
It's A Hell Of A Night to Do Some Dumping
Cause We Always End Up Warring for Territory
Have Mercy On My Soul
Then Pass The Joint And The Forty
I'm Free As The Wind i'm The Running Man
But You Could Call Me The Hustler
Germany To Japan mama Told Me
There'd Be Days Like This
I Reminisce Then I Piss then I Light My Cig
Fuck A Pig he Want A Piece Of The Turf
But He Ain't From Around
He Ain't Knowing The Worth it Gave Me Birth
I'm A Do My Dirt red Alert I Assert
And Your Lady's A Flirt
Got My Hand Up Her Skirt she Low Down Dirty
Homie Turn A Bitch Out
Have Her Crossing Them Birdys there Was 30
In The Fucken Box the Barrio Making Money
When Them Rocks Get Chopped

My Territory is Full Of Dead End Streets
And We Don't Know Defeat
We Caravanning In Fleets it Never Change
Ain't No Lazy Sunday ese Killers Stay Awake
And Floss That Gunplay territory
It Come From Way Back Then
Homie Inner City Shit
That Connect In The Pen should Of - Would Of
But Your Soul Was Taken
Muthafucker Smoking Weed to Calm The Hatred

I'm Creeping Nightly
They Start Singing A Song
About A Unsung Hero
And To The Gang He Belong circle The Block
Then I Shoot Up There House
These Fairy Tale Rappers
Hit The Deck Then They Bounce heavy Themes
About Some Land That's Claimed
I Pull My Heat Out
After A Eagle I'm Named (Harpy)
I've Gone Insane break Out The Heroin Spoons
Snow Flakes A Belushi some Notorious Tunes
Here It Goes fatal Dreams Part 2
It's To Late Lil Homie
Better Stick To Your Crew
That's How I Feel (Put In Work Then Get High)
I'm Just Keeping It Real
I Rather See You At The Spot
Dog Gripping The Steal crazy Times
The Nuns Wearing A Wire
Ese Undercover Buyers that's 2 Face Liars
They Expire up State For Them Priors
Homie 30 Times Stabbed
From The Tower They Fired

My Territory is Full Of Dead End Streets
And We Don't Know Defeat
We Caravanning In Fleets it Never Change
Ain't No Lazy Sunday ese Killers Stay Awake
And Floss That Gunplay territory
It Come From Way Back Then
Homie Inner City Shit
That Connect In The Pen should Of - Would Of
But Your Soul Was Taken
Muthafucker Smoking Weed to Calm The Hatred

Gang Signs you Know What Time It Is
Its The Evil Men Do
When They Handle They Biz gang Signs
You Know What Time It Is its The Evil Men Do
When They Handle They Biz

It's Like The Homie Toker Said
This For My Gang Bangers west West
Mi Territorio ya Stuvo