Get The Coroner

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Conejo] October nine, I was born ese clutching a nine A pen and a pad, a premonition to ride I was high big dog off the ghetto morphine Loc'd out juvenile, having fatal dreams That's right, homie, that's Conejo's madness With a fuckin' attitude like the ink the baddest In the crib boy, they better rock me to sleep 'Cause if I raise to my feet, you'll be six feet deep 24's on the stroller and a Tommy gun Motherfuckers feel the pressure, exit and run Ese, naw, I got nothing to say Just I'm quick on the trigger, whether MAC or K The shits tense, the streets say I'm a menace Homie, Scarface Two, drug lord lieutenant Complex decipher, I subpoena your ass Then book you in the tank and share a sinister laugh [Hook: Conejo] Get the coroner, I just dropped a fool I put 'em in a coffin, took a shit on his tomb I brung doom, show down at noon Ese GPS tracking, found 'em dead in a room Preparations for the final stages NSA, CIA trying to pin some cases Say I manufacture terror, don't get shot in the face It's a new fuckin' dawn for the human race [Verse 2: Spider] El callejero aferrado y placasos con la tinta de tatuajes Y que queded claro, voy hablando caminando Trucha con los truenos, enemiga rolan por el varrio Y me pongo vergas, esta perra vida Te traicionas, si no te pones las pilas Morillo perdido escapado de las ratas Y los puercos policías, no me vale ellos nada Tengo letras para usar las, que quieren odiar la tinta? Es la misma, la primera en la industria Calle de Los Angeles tinta de tatuaje Entremés se impotente, claramente pega fuerte Multiplica a cien historia, bien salados Veces cuando abras el hocico Pura mierda lo que sale, vete a la chingada pero imbécil No eres nada, ponte listo, tinta de tatuaje [Hook: Conejo] Get the coroner, I just dropped a fool I put 'em in a coffin, took a shit on his tomb I brung doom, show down at noon Ese GPS tracking, found 'em dead in a room Preparations for the final stages NSA, CIA trying to pin some cases Say I manufacture terror, don't get shot in the face It's a new fuckin' dawn for the human race [Verse 3: Venom & Conejo] The streets raised me, almost gave me birth Muthafuckers like me, steady kicking up dirt What's worse to RIP or end up doing life? But no one predicts, what's gonna happen to your life I live the street code and stay blown off dro Spider, Venom, Bugs and the homeboy pelon Got it locked, we 'bout to bust them Glocks Ese fuck a white flag and your peaceful talks I'm from the gates and I was banned from Heaven Come out that coma to face a 187 Venomous, homie, never the less, oh yes Ese 9 mili shots, air holes in a tech Bullet holes to the chest, I smoke all them hoes Twenty fifth tattoo ink, here to settle the score Harpys dead end, hit the corner, get the coroner Venom and Spider meet me at twenty eight, homies [Hook: Conejo] Get the coroner, I just dropped a fool I put 'em in a coffin, took a shit on his tomb I brung doom, show down at noon Ese GPS tracking, found 'em dead in a room Preparations for the final stages NSA, CIA trying to pin some cases Say I manufacture terror, don't get shot in the face It's a new fuckin' dawn for the human race