Paroles I need money Conejo

I need money

What's up homey
I just got out the joint
Is that right
You ready to do this
It don't matter homey
Alright
Gotta get my feria ese
211 in progress
I ain't going back homey
The world is a ghetto waiting to explode
Filled with wicked women telling fortunes that will fold
So let no one get you down
In addition get a vision, makes me hold it down
Formulate the program, stipulate the prism
Special thoughts equivalent to wisdom
Yield to get more, point blank eradicate
Hit so quick couldn't catch it in the frame
Damn, I used to be a stick up kick
So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did
I got this far cuz I had a fatal hustle
To back my plate, yes I had a fatal muscle
I reach for the avix then I tax the silence
I captivate the crowd when I speak my violence
Elimination, ese terminate these games
Anticipate the worst, stand back and refrain
[Chorus]
I need money, I used to be a stick up kid
So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did
I need money, I used to be a stick up kid
So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did
I need money, I used to be a stick up kid
So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did
I need money, I used to be a stick up kid
So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did
I grew up and I came up in the West part of Los
Drogas, locas, enemigas get the floor

Shots were random, so access permited
Everyone is fully packing so no one knew who did it
Now that I'm older, ese now that I'm bolder
No longer am I a pawn, I'm a heavyweight soldier
Composure is something that is kept
Something that is done when you live by the gun
Get down, the shots went bang
It wasn't pla