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Conejo lyrics : "Angel Of Death"

(man talking)
From here on nothing goes down unless am involved no blackjack no dope deals no nothing a nickel bag gets sold at the park i want in


(conejo)
Crystal ice
Crystal ice

Crystal ice

$#&@ that homie get the gat

Enemies wanna creep i lay'em flat on their back
$#&@ that i ain't the one'na get jacked
I'm the one who spit real hood class in the shack

And move that multiplying them stacks
Ama upload the vala not letting it calapse
These hoodrats all you $%&^$%&^x get slapped

I was killing some time about the fu that got wacked
Ese nah i ain't with the bull%#@!
With the homies in the back ese killing the chronic

And i doubt it, it get stronger than this
Ese 99 percent $%&^$%&^ bullets don't miss
Dismiss, you in the presence

Of a harpy gang member i just thought i would mention
It's a diss and you can rest in piss
Can't $%&^x with some gs that ain't givin a %#@!


Chorus
The streets cold they so cold you

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