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Conejo - Gangsters Go To Hell lyrics

Does it always kill 'em in in ah chair?
Well I never heard of it failing
Well in that chair, does it hurt them?
Not if it's done properly at least I don't think so
Even ah sling shot hurts
Hm try putting electro's soaked in salings solution
on your head and another one strapped to your leg
and then strangle 2000 volts between 'em
If it hurts let me know
Out of the press, C Mac-11 The West
So it's time to celebrate let the smoke on your
chest
They fire street sweepers up in the air
This bitch ass foo's don't wanna take it there
I'm the sinner man with the miracle drug
That got you feeling good like your stuck in the mud
Night and day, you search for this fix
From the 8 1 8 to the 6 2 6
While I'm playing Sinatra and some Nina Simon
I hear the pain in her voice it remind me of home
Lay in the cut, with some badass bitches
2 blonde milfs, that want me to pimp 'em
Cold classic, the convict arrived
From all the bitter rivals, that dwell on my side
The spell of x'es, and gang written drama
In broad day light it could turn into nada
Good night
Gangsters go to hell, and that's about it
This is where I'll be Cali living and shit
So many lives, ese keeping me active
In the calles if I see 'em then you know I get out
Ese double magazine, on both my K's
I don't know why get paper this way
Don't try to step, I'ma keep it banging
This the life I know you better slow your roll
Ah war with me in the LA favelas
What a difference it make when your getting that
cheddar
What's the matter, I'm popping bottles of crisp
I had ah moment of blitz with your wife and your sis
The belly of the beast child hook was play
Territorial conquest that the OG's led
No remorse, for the mayhem
The protagonist isil I suggest you stay back
Wanna myrtle prime is of ah better life
80 rocks chopped up spot serve on sight
I'm in the darkness, with the bricks of white
That's what I'm fucken with so I'm whipping it white
Then I'm bum rushing shows bottles bash in they
heads
I utilize the media, and flip what they said
Federal court house, want me to appear
But I'm off in Brazil searching madness out here
Brazil
Gangsters go to hell, and that's about it
This is where I'll be Cali living and shit
So many lives, ese keeping me active
In the calles if I see 'em then you know I get out
Ese double magazine, on both my K's
I don't know why get paper this way
Don't try to step, I'ma keep it banging
This the life I know you better slow your roll
Astronomical sums for ah 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 ah vato feel shitty
I'm simply dodging heat, from all of the violence
No one know nothing there's ah wall of silence
Breeding ground, that bring much fear
They wanna come at us they afraid to get near
Senior mobster, that took many life's
Everybody pay homage when it's presence arrive
South Side, got the key's to the house
That's right C O N it's the only response
Head quarters, it's under surveillance
Cus we ceasing control them other crews can't fade
us
Supply line, I'm making ah reference
Law enforcement outraged can't figure my method
Method
Gangsters go to hell, and that's about it
This is where I'll be Cali living and shit
So many lives, ese keeping me active
In the calles if I see 'em then you know I get out
Ese double magazine, on both my K's
I don't know why get paper this way
Don't try to step, I'ma keep it banging
This the life I know you better slow your roll
There's ah force in all of us that science knows
nothing about
The force of fear
That's it strong enough to, shatter the spinal
column we know
And what it is, what causes it to appear and
disappear we don't now
Some day I hope to find out
Maybe it's the force that makes your spine tingle
when your scared
Haha exactly
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