Conejo Cold
I got the strap on my side as I glide through the West
3 cell phones to connect with the rest
Here come the count down, 4,3,2,1
Hate you wanna see the target and I'll bust my gun
My visions zero, I'm like Robert Deniro
In that Goodfella movie ese that's my hero
So all you busters, can't see me
Cus I'm on another level where them gangsters be
So I'm sticking, to the G Code
And when I step to the mic, it's always pisto
Fortaleco, ese con la yerba
I blow out smoke, then I enter the celva
With generations of villains that stay close to the weapon
Ese no hesitation all it take is ah second
You done f..cked up, if it come to that
Cus they enter through your chest and they exit your back
When I start to do, the things I do
Streets know I'm cold, cold, cold, cold
When I start to do, the things I do
Streets know I'm cold, cold, cold, cold
That's what it be like man, when you join ah gang
Vatos come out with the Uzi and let it rang
La carretera, al infierno
Demons posted at the entrance holding up them cuernos
Y se acaba, todo el parke
Where I'm slanging dope, at Hoover Parke
Foo's crazy, I'm know in toda parte
Muthufucker wanna roll y les ago un desastre
When I start to do, the things I do
Streets know I'm cold, cold, cold, cold
When I start to do, the things I do
Streets know I'm cold, cold, cold, cold
Give ah gat to baby boy in the back
Move in silence, and throw up that rag
That's ah bloodbath, that's about to jump off
Cus it's about to trigger several Molotov's
Sininster waiter, got the frequency
66 point 6 for that felony mix
Mas te vale, que te borres
Sharp shooter in the truck honde sea que corres
