Conejo

Conejo - We've Been Pushed Too Far songtekst

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As the end begins illuminatis they win 
All you blind muthufuckers you ain't ready for this
This the axis of evil don't let the doja deceive you
Most wanted anti christ, was only ah preview
I hopped out the jet with ah price on my head
But I ain't gave ah damn I shot back at they ass
I'm strictly business, like PMD
So what you saying muthufucker that the odds against 
me
The last laugh mine watch you step on ah mine
High breed rappers half man half crime
Death bringers, into ah sinister cult
Ese jump your ass in have you repping the coast
With ah 4 5 colt I'm ah fugitive ghost
I drag 'em and mag 'em body bagging your folks
To this lames in the game I'm like Jesse James 
Old West Killafornia Sur playing no games 
Cus we've been pushed too far our people poverty 
stricken
But the only thing certain is we flipping them 
chickens
And we in cars, 20 chronic cigars
Rimmed up g'd up we in the hood like stars
We've been pushed too far by the fucken system
Take away our rights deportation and prison
That's why we driven, to get it like we should
Stack cheddar any weather smoke that purple Kush
So listen when I tell your boy got's to chill
Cus homies from the hache fucken whack you for real
They maniacs in tanks ese taming the town
I'm ah seed of ah demon with that West Side crown
My child hood trauma being hungry I'm starving
Shit gets to my head so I'm robbing and mobbing
The shit is ill though, because it's real though
Ancient peers modern foe's all get shots to the dome
When I explode on ah track I said my patience is up
Ese Wop Bill O'Reilly sock his white ass up
It's cocaine, and that's the magic word
Ese muthufuckers hear it and it open up doors
G Rabbs, the whole bank on the floor
Ese empty out ah safe and celebrate with some whores
You wanted more, then don't trip I got you
Castro 'bout to bust got this game on lock foo
Cus we've been pushed too far our people poverty 
stricken
But the only thing certain is we flipping them 
chickens
And we in cars, 20 chronic cigars
Rimmed up g'd up we in the hood like stars
We've been pushed too far by the fucken system
Take away our rights deportation and prison
That's why we driven, to get it like we should
Stack cheddar any weather smoke that purple Kush
See these fallen angels ain't left earth yet
So it may seem ah virgin mother ain't gave birth yet
We keep dying what are they concerned with
The devil manifest cus the soul burn quick
Criminal minded like KRS and Scott Larock
Fuck the system fuck the government fuck the cops
It's ah war out there who running with ya
Keep 'em strong like Prescott Bush funding Hitler
Guns come and get ya can't fuck with the scriptures
Castro de la Coca This ah lyrasis laugh
Gotta act not react 
Fuck ah 47 national security act it's LA where they 
buried us at
How they ain't prepared to kill but they carry ah 
strap 
How foolish is that they kill and forgave in they 
rap
From the city homie we on lean like that
We ghost vatos 'round here ain't seem like that
Cus we've been pushed too far our people poverty 
stricken
But the only thing certain is we flipping them 
chickens
And we in cars, 20 chronic cigars
Rimmed up g'd up we in the hood like stars
We've been pushed too far by the fucken system
Take away our rights deportation and prison
That's why we driven, to get it like we should
Stack cheddar any weather smoke that purple Kush
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