[Verse 1: Conejo]
I Tried To Close My Eyes
And Get Some Sleep
When I Heard A Whole Clip
Let Off On The Street
It Sound Like A Mac
Or Maybe A Tec
I Jumped Out Of Bed
And I Went To Check
It Was A Crip On The Block
That Got Hit By The 20's
As Long As Its Not Me
I Ain't Giving A Fuck
Or Who They Came For
That's What The West Side Like
Muthafuckers Don't Like It
They Get Killed Tonight
Whole Gangs Took Flight
On Other Gangs
And Every Few Minutes
We Heard Them Things
So For Instance
I Pin Pointed The Distance
I Could Tell You Right Now
If They Ended Existence
Not A Witness
But The Streets Is My Business
It's Like I'm Doing Physics
Checking Missile Ballistics
Wanna Risk It
Then Bring Your Ass On Down
Gangsterville California
Body Bagging You Clowns
[Hook]
I'm Hearing Gun Shots
Everywhere That I Go
Ese Vatos Out To Handle
Do There Dirt In The Zone
Serving Zones
Of That Raw Ass Blow
Ese China White / Tar
That Ephedrine Ain't Far
I'm Hearing Gun Shots
And Fucken Sirens From Cops
Ese Helicopters Hover
Over Bodys That's Dropped
Bop - Bop
They Said A Pig Got Popped
P.D. Is Out To Kill Us
So Them Shots Won't Stop

[Verse 2: Conejo]
There's Something About
That Shady Lp
That Muthafuckers Recognize
When They Hearing A G
I Spit The Rules Of The Game
And Checked Some Lames
And Everytime I Drop
Is What The Album Contain
Some Of The Realest
Fucken Spoken Word
Homie Scarface2
Got You Bagging That Herb
Got You Bagging That White
Got You Cooking That Ice
Muthafuckers Want A 100
We Could Lower The Price
More Gun Shots
At Your Recording Session
Yes I Killed Em
But You Get No Confession
Fuck With My Lawyer
His Name Smith & Wesson
I Could Give You A Lesson
How To Reach For The Weapon
Blauuuuuuuw
I Know You Fucken Saw
How It Entered His Chest
And It Exit His Jaw
My Shit Raw Ese
Your Son Call Me Pops
Ese Popped Em With Glock
94 On The Block
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Sleepy Malo]
I Heard A Shot
Just Around My Block
Another Shot
At The Parking Lot
It's Time To Ride
Like A Roller Coaster
The Next Shot
Just Kept Getting Closer
Close Enough
To Call His Bullshit Bluff
Kick The Door
My Daughters Run Behind
A Hilary Duff Poster
Hide Some 50. Cal Coaster
Speed Loaders
In The Shoulder Hoster
Like A Flip
Fucking With My Clip
I Pull Stunts
Like Back Flips
And Blow Up Some Shit
Crack A Line
Just To Pay Far Enough To Fee
All I See Is Flashbacks
From A War On The Street
Back In The Days
When I Played
Forland In The Mix
I Never Seen The Bullets Fly
But I Seen How They Hit
From The East Side
In The P.A.C
With Gun Shots
On The Cops
Don't Mean Shit To Me
[Hook]

[Outro]
Sleepy Malo, You Here Homie?