That Real Shit Pt. 2

What's good, it's West Los, you heard?
Live fast, die young, C-O-N that real shit
Me, I go the fuck in, and you know this
Notorious enemy, felony case, is in the motherfucking building
C-O-N that real shit, check it

[Verse 1: Conejo]
I can take out your labels rasta, them fake motherfuckers, certified imposters
Walk around with the M-R SIX, incase a charkle want to get us for them stashed up bricks[?]
That's a BOOP-BAP inside your head, ese wake your ass up before they find you dead
My revolver don't jam, my revolver don't jam
Leave a hole in your skull just cus I can
This is beast mode with the gangster code
Foo seen me disappear into a private road
Walk of fiera, that's where I'm at in my life
Out of sight I ignite, bitch I run this reign
I'm in your dreams, nightmare producer
I outmaneuver all these vatos on my Schwinn beach cruiser
Manslaughter right where you stand then I might OD off the shit I slam

I'm telling you homie, these foos ain't no threat
Just check the resumé, my shit is classic
Got them steady waiting for that next release
But you know how that go, gotta make these albums epic
C-O-N that real shit, that's all they want to hear

[Verse 2: Conejo]'
The crowd react to big C-Mack
I'm trapped in this music so you better adapt
Yo soy Leyenda, you get money with mine
Give a fuck what they say, I spit powerful lines
I ain't worried about none of these lames
Cause I ain't got to prove, I don't play those games
I'm CRACK, born over the stove
Ese seven pounds of ice that got you freezing below
Hold up though, I bust at your comeback
War pact jumped out and got you under attack
These foos hate, their sideline busted
So I bust another U and do a block adjustment
Not impressed of all this mess, instead I'm doing reps on an incline bench
I got bars like the county jail
And these narcotic rhymes is what I got to sell

Yeah, I got you rocking out to this raw package
Leaning to this Felony Case musika
Foo I let it be known, C-O-N that real shit
Yeah, that's all I give these motherfuckers
I belong here, these foos is gone

[Verse 3: Conejo]
I got many recipes but to be a fee, that's how you advance to a higher degree
I dip out after I peel that, if you could relate then I know you feel that
I could fit in for the crown cause I was chief, the game was almost gone before I gave them relief
I'm from the streets, that means I ship you away
I don't waste time, I do it right away
The notorious tribe is the one I rep
You see the black Tec-9, Silhouette
FFRRPPHH when the supressor be on
No-one heard a thing foo the game is calm
You come upon when you should have withdrawn
Any last words before you're gone?
I'm official, it's Muerto Fiend forever
So any motherfucker get their cranium severed

Yeah, it's that C-O-N real shit, I said that real shit
I stepped it up, I set the tone for this motherfucker
I don't lose a step, I go at them, twice as hard
Gangsterific, Ski-mask boy
Felony Case, The gates of hell, Muzika Asesina
Rollcall, we out