Gangsters Go to Hell - Conejo

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C Mack 11 The West

So Its Time To Celebrate

Let The Smoke Out Your Chest

Them Fire Street Sweepers

Up In The Air

These Bitch Ass Fools

Don’t Wanna Take It There

I’m The Sinnerman

With A Miracle Drug

That Got Ya Feeling Good

Like You Stuck In The Mud

Night & Day

You Search For This Fix

From The 8−1-8

To The 6−2-6

While I’m Playing Sinatra

And Some Nina Simone

I Hear The Pain In Her Voice

It Remind Me Of Home

Lay In The Cut

With Some Bad Ass Bitches

2 Blonde Milfs

That Want Me To Pimp Em

Cult Classic

The Conflict Arrive

From All The Bitter Rivals

That Dwell On My Side

The Spell Of Vexes

And Gang Ridden Drama

In Broad Daylight

It Could Turn Into Night

(Good Night)

Gangsters Go To Hell

And That’s About It

This Is Where I Be

Cali Livin' & Shit

Too Many Thoughts

Ese Keeping Me Active

In The Calles If I See Em

Then You Know I Get At Em

Ese Double Magazines

On Both My K’s

I Don’t Know Why

I Get Paper This Way

Don’t Try To Step

I’m A Keep It Banging

This The Life I Know

You Better Slow Your Roll

A War With Me

In The Ele Favelas

What A Difference It Make

When You Gettin' That Chedda

What’s The Matter?

I’m Poppin' Bottles Of Cris

I Had A Moment Of Bliss

With Your Wife & Your Sis

The Belly Of The Beast

Childhood Was Plain

Territorial Conquest

That The OG’s Led

No Remorse

For The Mayhem

The Protagonist Cecil

I Suggest You Stay Back

Want A Fertile Promise

Of A Better Life

80 Rocks Chopped Up

Spots Serve On Sight

I’m In The Darkness

With The Bricks Of White

That’s What I’m Fucking With

So I’m Whipping It Right

Then I’m Bum Rushing Shows

Bottles Bashing They Heads

I Utilize The Media

And Flip What They Said

Federal Court House

Want Me To Appear

But I’m Off In Brazil

Sérgio Mendes I Hear

(Brazil)

Gangsters Go To Hell

And That’s About It

This Is Where I Be

Cali Livin' & Shit

Too Many Thoughts

Ese Keeping Me Active

In The Calles If I See Em

Then You Know I Get At Em

Ese Double Magazines

On Both My K’s

I Don’t Know Why

I Get Paper This Way

Don’t Try To Step

I’m A Keep It Banging

This The Life I Know

You Better Slow Your Roll

Astronomical Sums

For A Broke Ass Kid

The Streets Where I’m From

Ese Hand Out Bids

And Death

Looms Over The City

Any Day It Could Get You

Make A Vato Feel Shitty

I’m Simply Dodging Heat

For All Of The Violence

No One Know Nothin'

There’s A Wall Of Silence

Breeding Ground

That Bring Much Fear

They Wanna Come At Us

They Afraid To Get Near

Senior Mobsta

That Took Many Lives

Everybody Pay Homage

When His Presence Arrive

South Side

Got The Keys To The House

That’s Right C-O-N

Its The Only Response

Headquarters

Is Under Surveillance

Cause We Seizing Control

Them Other Crews Can’t Fade Us

Supply Line

I’m Making A Reference

Law Enforcement Outrage

Can’t Figure My Method

(Method)

Gangsters Go To Hell

And That’s About It

This Is Where I Be

Cali Livin' & Shit

Too Many Thoughts

Ese Keeping Me Active

In The Calles If I See Em

Then You Know I Get At Em

Ese Double Magazines

On Both My K’s

I Don’t Know Why

I Get Paper This Way

Don’t Try To Step

I’m A Keep It Banging

This The Life I Know

You Better Slow Your Roll