1991 lyrics

[Verse 1: Conejo]
Growing up in the hood, 1991
17 of my boys died by the gun
Ese fast forward 10
I was on the run, that’s OTR
You cross the border for fun
And me I cross the border
Or face indictment
Another street war
With the enemies fighting
I’m writing, ese in my journal
So I could tell the world
About this f*cking inferno
I’m heavily armed
When I’m in the shadows
Muthaf*ckers get served
On a silver plater
My presence, when I rhyme
That’s a cut throat voice boy
West my side
Steel trigger
Homie how you figurе
I’m West Adams born
Foo the unforgiving
Like a drug
That I dеliver
That’s heroin tar
On the menu for dinner
The mysterious sound
Travels around
SoundCloud plays
The Mob G get down
Dedication, to the craft
Street poet for the culture
On their behalf
It’s aggressive
No easy task
Elements of intrigue
When the nina blasts
That’s regardless
I get rave reviews
Scarface dos
Been paid his dues
So home, is where the hatred is
Penitentiary chance
Just to handle biz
Home, is where the hatred is
I made that choice
That’s what the f*ck I did
[Chorus: MC Eiht]
I had to tell a muthaf*cka
That I just can’t breathe
Now I’m caught up in some sh*t
That you wouldn’t believe
f*cking tricks up your sleeve
That’s some f*cked up hate
Back again in some sh*t
That you can relate
I had to tell a muthaf*cka
That I just can’t breathe
Now I’m caught up in some sh*t
That you wouldn’t believe
f*cking tricks up your sleeve
That’s some f*cked up hate
Back again in some sh*t
n*gga can you relate?

[Verse 2: MC Eiht
Straight up menace loccest A-Wax
My rhymes street knowledge
I been there and back
Front & back Cadillac
Yeah and that’s back bumper
.38 in my lap you can call it a thumper
With my ese partner serving up some wet
Compton muthaf*cka that’s your death threat
Uno, dos, tres, quatro
My red beam straight
Muthaf*cka Ibshot yo, ass
Caught up in some payback drama
And my money better add up to way more commas
Olde English 800 gave a n*gga some power
Hollow points drive a n*gga
And some n*ggas will cower
I got heart from the hate
No debate I’m free
Couple suckas f*ck around
8 shots from me
That’s tales bout the black & brown
And underground
When there’s shots in the city
You know how that sound, geeah
When there’s shots in the city
You know how that sound
[Chorus: MC Eiht]
I had to tell a muthaf*cka
That I just can’t breathe
Now I’m caught up in some sh*t
That you wouldn’t believe
f*cking tricks up your sleeve
That’s some f*cked up hate
Back again in some sh*t
n*gga can you relate?
I had to tell a muthaf*cka
That I just can’t breathe
Now I’m caught up in some sh*t
That you wouldn’t believe
f*cking tricks up your sleeve
That’s some f*cked up hate
Back again in some sh*t
n*gga can you relate?

Geah, official

Hahaha Big C-Rock
Been a menace to society
Homie I’m eternal
You sloppy muthaf*cka
You know nothing bout war time