Conejo, Bugsy 2 Guns - We've Been Pushed To Far lyrics

As The End Begins illuminatis They Win
All You Blind Muthafuckers
You Ain't Ready For This
This The Axis Of Evil
Don't Let The Doja Deceive You
Most Wanted - Antichrist was Only A Preview
I Hopped Out The Jet with A Price On My Head
But, I Ain't Give A Damn
I Shot Back At They Ass
I'm Strictly Business like EPMD
So What You Saying Muthafucker
That The Odds Against Me the Last Laugh Mine
I Watch You Step On Mine hybrid Rappers
Half Man half Crime
Death Bringers heir To A Sinister Cult
Ese Jump Your Ass In
Have You Repping The Coast with A 4-5 Colt
I'm A Fugitive Ghost i Drag Em And Bag Em
Body Bagging Your Folks
To These Lames In The Game
I'm Like Jesse James old West Killafornia
SUR - Playing No Games

Cause We've Been Pushed Too Far
Our People Poverty Striken
But The Only Thing Certain
Is We Flipping Them Chickens and We In Cars
Twirling Chronic Cigars rimmed Up - G'd Up
We In The Hood Like Stars
We've Been Pushed Too Far
By The Fucken System
They Take Away Our Rights
Deportation And Prison thats Why We Driven
To Get It Like We Should
Stack Cheddar Any Weather
Smoke That Purple Kush

So Listen When I Tell You Boy
You Gots To Chill
Cause Homies From The Ache (H)
Fucken Wack You For Real
They Maniacs In Tanks ese Taming The Town
I'm A Seed Of a 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 Foes all Get Shots To The Dome
When I Explode On A Track
I Said My Patience Is Up
Ese Whoop Bill O'Reilly
Sock His White Ass Up it's Cocaine
And Thats The Magic Word
Ese Muthafuckers Hear It
And It Open Up Doors g'Rabbs
The Whole Bank On The Floor
Ese Empty Out A Safe
And Celebrate With Some Whores
You Wanted More then Don't Trip I Got You
Castro About To Bust
Got This Game On Lock Fool

We've Been Pushed Too Far
Our People Poverty Striken
But The Only Thing Certain
Is We Flipping Them Chickens and We In Cars
Twirling Chronic Cigars rimmed Up - G'd Up
We In The Hood Like Stars
We've Been Pushed Too Far
By The Fucken System
They Take Away Our Rights
Deportation And Prison thats 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 A Virgin Mother
Ain't Gave Birth Yet we Keep Dying
What Are They Concerned With?
The Devil Manifest cause The Soul Burn Quick
Criminal Minded Like KRS & Scott LaRock
Fuck The System fuck The Government
Fuck The Cops it's A War Out There
Who Runnin' Witcha? Keep Em Strong
Like Prescott Bush Funding Hitler
Guns Come And Get Ya
Can't Fuck With The Scriptures
Castro De La Coca this A Lyricist Lanch
Gotta Act Not React
Fuck A 47 National Security Act
It's LA Where They Buried Us At
How They Ain't Prepared To Kill?
But They Carry A Strap how Foolish Is That
They Kill And Forgave Em They Rap
From The City Homie we Don't Lean Like That
We Ghost Vatos Round Here
Ain't Seem Like That

We've Been Pushed Too Far
Our People Poverty Striken
But The Only Thing Certain
Is We Flipping Them Chickens and We In Cars
Twirling Chronic Cigars rimmed Up - G'd Up
We In The Hood Like Stars
We've Been Pushed Too Far
By The Fucken System
They Take Away Our Rights
Deportation And Prison thats Why We Driven
To Get It Like We Should
Stack Cheddar Any Weather
Smoke That Purple Kush

Yeah Fuck That fuck The System
Fuck The Government fuck The Cops
Smoke All Them Bitch Ass Vatos
That Ain't Down With The Movement
Been Pushed Too Far que No Conejo?
That Right Perro fuck That
LOS ANGELES