Broomstick

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah we like muthafucking custodians With access to hi powered military weapons Ayo caps, you know what? I'm a keep that shit G [Verse 1: Conejo] Get the fuck out, Conejo smoking again I'm throwing up the H as I enter the dead end Gangster loon in the place to be Ese cash jewelry and some AR-15's It's on me ese the shit I did Tight grip on my grip with a thick ass bitch I'm first to blast your fucking brains all out A west coast G, dog reach for your piece Chop rocks and can't see the ink Dea started dropping on some mafia shit No one sly got me fucked up Ese I'll kill everybody, keep your slut on my nuts You know that for sure I murder Only speak of the dead, keep your shit in order Stay sparkin', OZ's of dro' keep the remy on the table for me and lunas C-Pone, you wanted to hit men to go into L.A. and take out an Arab? The deals good, but I'm a do it for free 'Cause I'm a hi powered soldier from west side harpys [Hook] Get the broomstick, we got streets to sweep Prosecute all the snitches and yell for peace They nobodies, acting like they something Ese pull up on these fools, out the window dumping Get the broomstick, these vatos think they crazy Creased up in chucks and the bens and stacy's Pushing daisies, they kept their shit on safety By the time we was done, there was no one to place me [Verse 2: Capone] Initiate the hit man tactics on these wack imposters Time to scratch some fucking names off the do-in roster With the strap to your cap, feel the four to five power Have your jefita droppin' a chips on a suit and some flowers Homie what? Dog what you know about assassins? Tommy guns on you bums, put your ass in some wagons We toe-tagging 'cause your skills are lagging Let me catch you by a mic, yo, I'm catching a stabbing Who wants guerra? Conejo slap these fucking rookies If the bums try to book, put three in their hoodies Even better, put a shank in his throat Put the example in the streets, that the team is no joke They get swept up ese under the carpet Do a five second job for the shit you started Wack the fuck out, know what I'm talking about? Four thirty five in the morning, killers enter your house [Hook] Get the broomstick, we got streets to sweep Prosecute all the snitches and yell for peace They nobodies, acting like they something Ese pull up on these fools, out the window dumping Get the broomstick, these vatos think they crazy Creased up in chucks and the bens and stacy's Pushing daisies, they kept their shit on safety By the time we was done, there was no one to place me [Verse 3: Conejo] They say I'm dead and that I got no friends I'm with the harpys cartel and I got some men It's rabbit season, what the enemy saying But they ain't said a word, after the fucking slaying Bitch in danger, slip and running their mouth Ese I'm the G father, what you talkin' about? Wanted felon, I'm the gangster boss Ese bullets in your body and the gun get tossed [Verse 4: Capone] Yo doggie fuck these boys, let's put these cats on ice Man this the rabbit and the caps, five guns to five mikes It's point blank, homeboy these guns don't argue Scary sounds from my rounds as they fly right by you Get to bookin' or your tomorrow gets tookin' Extra piece to deceased, any witnesses lookin' So now you see We do this M-O-B Like the fucking taliban Yo we homicide your clan [Hook] Get the broomstick, we got streets to sweep Prosecute all the snitches and yell for peace They nobodies, acting like they something Ese pull up on these fools, out the window dumping Get the broomstick, these vatos think they crazy Creased up in chucks and the bens and stacy's Pushing daisies, they kept their shit on safety By the time we was done, there was no one to place me [Outro] Aye C-Pone get the broomstick, dog All these bitch ass chicano rappers Feel like they got something to say Muthafucking clowns Clown headed muthafuckers Broomstick rest in hell Now you know el Conejo and Capone Worldwide muthafucker Mobster shit We muthafucking outta here Let's get on, dog