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(Killah Priest) |
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Killers with assault rifles, street occult rivals |
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One clique called "The Hogs", other's called "Disciples" |
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Animosity flavour the air, tasted raw beef |
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Seasoned with wrong reason, the heat will flare |
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He let it cook for 380 degrees, 9mm will squeeze |
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Those with no jewels found their nose in the soup |
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They handling cheese, full of holes |
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That's what they do to rat's tails in the trap |
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Pulling hammers, some get nailed with the pack in jail |
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They meet the cat, squeeze ya gat |
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(Hook) |
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Yeah, he's dead, two to the head |
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The street's not fair, no love loss, no last here |
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Bring me back some dutches |
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And the 40's & beer soon as shorty appear |
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(Killah Priest) |
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You see cat name "Big Shoe", kept a nine off the safety |
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while watching the news, about these two dudes he knew |
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Black and Scott, damn they got knocked |
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By this undercover cop, yeah I remember it now |
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Scott told me how it was gon' go down |
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Said he knew the bitch was a cop, had the nine in a box |
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But after they plot, they gon' have that bitch popped |
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His girl said he was stupid |
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Told her if she ever left him he would lose it |
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A rough knock at the door |
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He got in the position as he was shooting |
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It's his homeboy, said "Damn you scared me" |
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Open up nigga, niggas just aired P |
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In downstairs now doing ewe's |
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Fuck that, drop the nine and grabbed the Uzi |
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(Hook) |
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(Killah Priest) |
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The nigga Conan knocked out a horse on the fall for New York |
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That was the hood talk |
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That was like '87, Reagan had the destine |
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Streets still tryna adjust in |
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Little Bart use to walk around with two mac's |
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Sit in the park, violence would spark |
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He gave a few daps to Mark |
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Restless and peace |
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Every nigga who walk on the streets who wanna compete |
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Selling drugs 'cos the world won't show 'em no love |
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And there's a God above us please hug us |
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'Cos they won't show us no justice |
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Please show ya face, we could all relate |
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The caskets and addicts |
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The hood takes a shape of a demon face (Damn!) |
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Dirty bastards, we got about six shields on the street |
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Before we hurled in by police |
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Fuck it, we gon' hurl them and end the Beast |
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(Hook) |