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Young In The Calles by Conejo




Young In The Calles
When I was young on the calles, the process of
elimination was in full effect
Camaradas were getting whacked, left and right, day
and night
If you were young, you carried ah gun, and not even
from the law would you run
Me entiendes, count me in
I was young homie, but I remember it all too well
Looked in the mirror ah car was following me
I shot through the barrio but he kept on following
me
I knew what was up so I reached for the stash
Picked ah battle ground that was headed in my path
My mind, started playing tricks
So I knew that it was time, to do my daily fix
La ranfla, not nowhere to be seen
Violentamente I increase and then I get extreme
Wicked women there's murder for hire
Mythology Greek is the realm that I desire
Youngster, but it really didn't matter
Cus the older vatos came ese and made the vatos
scatter
En tiempos, cuando la guerra esta critica
I trust no man, everyone's my enemiga
The outcome, was truly unexpected
I reached the other level and the other levels
hectic
Young in the calles had to grow up fast
When I saw the enemy I would have to attack
No questions there not be asked
It's the code of street to complete the task
Young in the calles had to grow up fast
When I saw the enemy I would have to attack
No questions there not be asked
It's the code of street to complete the task
I wanna say queuvo, to my carnal Shady Boy
Up in Susan ville, high desert state prison
Level 4, no warning shots
Rapid fire, Generals retire
Las puertas del infierno ese vatos caught on fire
In the first verse like I joined the gang
But now I really felt like I ran with the gang
Enforcing, in other words regulating
As the author puts it my styles devastating
Over dosing, vatos get disposed
Straight eradication when the morphine medication
Conejo, the armageddon agent
Definition of my mind, intense meditation
In order, so that I could maintain
And cope with the death of the good homeboy Mouse
Burial, is more like ah ritual
Is when you say good bye to ah certain individual
Big heroin, low riding to the grave
The dragon wants to battle so the dragon will get
slayed
Young in the calles had to grow up fast
When I saw the enemy I would have to attack
No questions there not be asked
It's the code of street to complete the task
Young in the calles had to grow up fast
When I saw the enemy I would have to attack
No questions there not be asked
It's the code of street to complete the task
This rolas dedicated, to all them young soldados
Out there on those calles, worldwide
The streets ain't no joke when the murders multiply
Me entiendes
Sound thee alarm enemigas wanna ride
Flat line, when the pressure was applied
Sound thee alarm enemigas wanna ride
Flat line, when the pressure was applied
Young in the calles had to grow up fast
When I saw the enemy I would have to attack
No questions there not be asked
It's the code of street to complete the task
That's how it's going down, cuando la guerra esta
critica
O que no Pelon, ain't that right Venom
Some of us don't even live past 21
The end, translation, muerto fin




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