Conejo
Conejo - They End Up Losing songtekst
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People, people in this day in age are brain washed And program like a computer being nothing more than puppets This nation this country is founded in violence Violent delife's tend to have violent ends It's, and it's there something rare in individuals putting groups people and ages It is a rule, during this killing what their done for duty profit or fund, then murder themselves after this democracy I shut it down, and get rid of the burner White snow in thee apartment got me lacing the corner It's ah risk, for the cynical mind LA news always speaking about the rise in crimes They wanna take our freedom, and put us in jail They might for ah second but they'll never prevail This is hell, I'm in ah b boy stance No break dancing I'm just taking ah chance Holes brass, to their back blown out There's no romance I'm just fucking her fast Roll out, on ah sleepless night Whole blunt to myself, now that's ah flight I hold grudges, they ain't fucking with me It's ah 1 8 7, that rains supreme Know what I mean, it's what I became Ese roam with the ratchet on the rival's terrain The neighbors smell the weed, from blocks away They know what it's about C Loco insane So watch it, cus the game been shady It's filled with them struggles while the feds try to take me It's official, I'm already the king And I don't give ah fuck get ah poisonous sting I'ma bring, brass knuckles and knifes And go deep cover just to kill 'im on sight Ese Laker tail coop and ah fleet wood caddy Muthufuckers got smoked coming out of the alley That's how I do, I'ma get at their sight You don't understand but it's called survival They'll revive you, if you lucky as fuck But if they late 30 seconds time to hang up your chucks 4 trucks, of active banging Ese all up in your district and it spell disaster I got's to blast you, I'm ah master of war So if it's get money then it's time to restore Your best hope, you in ah nuclear bunker I'm ah merchant of death, that physically punk you Illegal entry, to give birth to ah son And an unfriendly face full of drugs and guns Stay out my way, the first thing I learn And the fucking P D is of no concern My only dream, was by any means To rise through the ranks, and get this green Ah street thug, ah professional con That's fucking twin sisters then he's writing ah song Ese body bags pile for the execution Throw 'em in ah ditch, that's how we dooze 'em Danger, but they still choosing To go against the case and they end up losing Serial killers do on ah small scale with government's doing large one They are ah product of the times and this are blood thirsty times Even psychopaths have, emotions if you dig deep enough But then again maybe they don't Yes I amule, not ah hundred percent but I am evil Evil has always existed Perfect world most people seek, should never come to pass And it's gonna get worse