Album Name : Iceman Chronicles
Release Date : 2014-03-04
Song Duration : 4:02
Conejo This Holy Ground
This holy ground, Felony chaos
I was standing on the corner when they drove up to spray
us
My position, like ah prison term
Gun down muthufuckas in the dirt like words
They concern, with my West Side faction
Cus we brake foo's down hoe's giving me actions
Certified, ain't no place to hide
LAC running while so they get in my eyes
Ah powerful rain, ah violent run
I'm too crime from the South Side call
I set the bar, ese high as f..ck
So all you baby c bitches need to f..cking duck
Your not permitted, to walk this miles
Only real ass G's, that fought their trials
Forensics files from California jails
It's murder by the book order came in the mail
Living hell, this ah piece of the puzzle
When it come to the hustle if you slippin' I'll dust you
Kaboom, as he turned thee ignition
We took all his shit before we dismissed him
Steady drizzle, sprinkle his bread
It marked the beginning of the following sin
Dethroned him, with my trusted hit man
Boss gave the order, assassinate them
This holy ground, Felony chaos
I was standing on the corner when they drove up to spray
us
My position, like ah prison term
Gun down muthufuckas in the dirt like words
They concern, with my West Side faction
Cus we brake foo's down hoe's giving me actions
Certified, ain't no place to hide
LAC running while so they get in my eyes
This West Coast got elusive fiest
Convicted of narcotics, I sold you ah cop
He was undercover but he hit the pipe
The punk had ah badge he addicted to white
Diagnose psychopath making money my gift
Ese tension running high when your stacking your grip
And your fabricated rhymes ain't ah match against mine
You always off beat and I'm always on time
I got you, on the concrete pavement
Ese blood starting streaming to ah near by train
I sent 'im, to an early grave
The deed got done in ah gruesome way
I snuff foo's in other words they get whacked
Ese bullets rang out put his ass on the mat
It's ah bold move, the whole shit orchestrated
My weak camouflage different shades and they fade me
This holy ground, Felony chaos
I was standing on the corner when they drove up to spray
us
My position, like ah prison term
Gun down muthufuckas in the dirt like words
They concern, with my West Side faction
Cus we brake foo's down hoe's giving me actions
Certified, ain't no place to hide
LAC running while so they get in my eyes