Conejo Life, Survival & Murder

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[Conejo]
My fam came to this country for a better life
If you can call the slums a better life
For a man and his wife and his newborn son
Ese trouble was brewing, his destiny was upon
His mind strong, He’ll be a leader to some
When it get to the stage of the drugs and guns
We are one, I’m understanding this
First time that they raided I was only 6
It was 6 in the morning Feds at my door
They snatched pops up on a federal warrant
That’s how it worked for many years to come
Daddy low on the run, it’s like father like son
It’s C White, my race smuggled the white
And it felt like I gambled on them city lights
No strikes and my record was clean
I got jumped in the hood so this about to begin

[Hook]
Ese life, survival & murder
Motherfuckers selling dope on my neighborhood corner
Then it’s life, survival & murder
Gotta run up on his ass, motherfucker’s a goner
Ese life, survival & murder
C-O-N get away and dispose of the burna’
Then it’s life, survival & murder
Investigation in the works on a street gang murder

The survival of the fittest only strongest survive
I know you heard the same funking all of the time
The temperature climb to a Hellish inferno
Ese young tiny locos they get busy with burnas’
Gotta watch it, guerilla warfare
On some Vietnam shit now put em hearing impaired
You vatos scared, this ain’t no place for you
Ese masochistic place on the Avenue
Then them pits and suits investigate the crew
Then they start pinning murders on the whole damn hood
They instigated a gang war between us
The cops started dropping ain’t nobody could see us
The G-O-V ese gave em the go
But we get more dough 'cuz we trafficking blow
We stay low, and try not to get known
But that’s something hard to do when politic in the zone

[Hook]

[?] West homeboy, you know they pray for my death
But no matter how they came I stayed a step ahead
Fed them led from the fucking banga’
Ese mind’s on my hustle, all my life been a slanga’
OD’d 3 times, 3 times came back
I performed on your block and got the shit jam packed
Enemies cruised by I got the evil sign
So I put the red bead between the driver’s eyes
Then I fucking celebrated the rebirth of G-Rabbs
Blazed 8 O’s of the green [?]
Know that I’ll put the strap to your face
I’ll put a hole in your head and disappear you, no case
Just a taste of what my life’s become
The cops wanna kill me 'cuz a G’s on the run
But I ain’t worried, so they can show up at once
They want the bounty on my head they better bring more guns

[Hook]