Angel Of Death

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
 Fuck that homie get the gat
 Enemies wanna creep I lay'em flat on their back
 Fuck 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 bitches get slapped
 I was killing some time about the fu that got wacked
 Ese nah I ain't with the bullshit
 With the homies in the back ese killing the chronic
 And I doubt it, it get stronger than this
 Ese 99 percent fuckin 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 fuck with some Gs that ain't givin a shit
 The streets cold they so cold you fold
 Unecessary plots told you no
 They kicked me outta line up shit that's the one
 But what they gonna prove when the wind is gone
 The streets cold without a weather report
 The meth laboratory blew the roof off your home
 Get stoned before you pick up that phone
 Kanivingass craters got the seed in it's tone
 (Frank V)
 I walk around like I lost it
 Through the cold street were we vatos get frost bit
 13 below everybody knows
 it's cold in southern califas but there ain't no snow
 Every man for himself vatos out for the take
 And these evilass hynas cold blooded like snakes
 But a vato still standin I just kept to myself
 And only heated them up when they steped to my wealth
 Then I got snatched up while I was doing my thing
 Pigs put me on stage but couldn't make me sing
 And in the concrete jungle I remained I survivor
 And I carried myself like main light rider
 All in the mix with my neck and troubles
 But when I hit the bricks my respect was double
 ed up with conejo the crime spree began
 Through the calles of Los pistolas close in hand