We Like The Yakuza - Conejo

Fuck Hi-Power

Fuck Old-Town Mafia

Weak ass mothafuckers can’t diss

Get the fuck out the mic

Fake ass fools

We like the Yakuza

Mobster shit

Pass me that street sweeper

Fuck these fools

Let’s go to trial

You got nothing on me

Just some gang land murders

In the 2−1-3

Reputated boss

With thee elicit harvish

Grizzly executions damn sure I got this

FBI’s report on this violent gang

Upper real dead snitches empty witness stands

It’s a warfare drill

And the suspect shot

It’s a bloody tale of fucking shots kill one

A stabbing death, can’t decrypt my verse

The gestapo hit the pad like a violent storm

HPS in the house tonight

Ese killer drug dealers on that Scarface white

Lights off, I navigate between

The fucking genocide

And the murder regime

No detection, I look over my shoulder

2 semi autos and a snub nose burner

We like the Yakuza

But we ain’t missing no fingers

Roll deep on this foo’s

Pulling 4 5 trigger’s

And gang sweeps

They cease guns and drugs

We caught double up

The narcotic is what

We like the Yakuza

With big gats and tats

The Cali drive-bys on informants and rats

We get e’m back

We blowing chronic sacks

At the spot where we gather

From them criminal acts

Gun fight erupts

Two pigs get snuff

LAPD’s and the FED’s Agencies clicked up

It sound like new years homie

At twelve O’clock midnight

In a silver Marcede’s

We fled into the night

Harpy’s mafia, under thee umbrella of terror

Ese ruthless Gunman

Shower suckers with bullets

Affiliated, fire bombs get hirtled

This the chicos and dukes

They whole g’s get murdered

Get smoked, like a boy scout leader

Smoke his bitch ass quick

Before he stretch for the heater

Hollow points, I’m here to take that pain

With a morphine trip

For my doped up frame

It ain’t a game, it’s the face of death

Street gang killers, from the craziest place

LA County

Thee obileague of crime

Got a job at 13

I got rock’s on the line

We like the Yakuza

But we ain’t missing no fingers

Roll deep on this foo’s

Pulling 4 5 trigger’s

And gang sweeps

They cease guns and drugs

We caught double up

The narcotic is what

We like the Yakuza

With big gats and tats

The Cali drive-bys on informants and rats

We get e’m back

We blowing chronic sacks

At the spot where we gather

From them criminal acts

Fox 11 news got you scared again

Cus the threats against your life

Went public again

Fucker sit down

You get sprayed and clowned

By a homicide wing

If you are out West bound

Then trickers slings

In the streets of violence

Tried to take mine

You ain’t knowing my silence

Got something for that sneak attack

And the choppers overhead can’t find the pad

Iministration the caine

Straight bullets they hover

You stupid mothafuckers ain’t no running for cover

Cause tons of blow into the country it volts

We unload the cargos start flooding them zones

Cruise hard, ain’t no remorse

Got so much shit, we overdose at the source

Foo’s dashed

Cus they thought they shot me

Last man standing

They need a nuke to drop me

We like the Yakuza

But we ain’t missing no fingers

Roll deep on this foo’s

Pulling 4 5 trigger’s

And gang sweeps

They cease guns and drugs

We caught double up

The narcotic is what

We like the Yakuza

With big gats and tats

The Cali drive-bys on informants and rats

We get e’m back

We blowing chronic sacks

At the spot where we gather

From them criminal acts