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Bill: Is this it, Priest? The Pope's new army? A few crusty bitches and a handful of rag-tags? Priest Vallon: Now, now, Bill...you swore this was a battle between warriors, not a bunch of Miss Nancies. So warriors is what I brought A cold heart and a hot slug is not love Them boys'll pop up, leave you chopped up There's a lot of pussy niggas, but it's not us Got cuffed, why you think I'm frontin' in a drop truck Grindin', I work real hard, it wasn't pot luck 'Lotta work in the pot, couple niggas was shot up The glorifying times or the horrifying crimes But the more I see the soft shit, the more that I'm inclined To let the real niggas it's all about the shine Let em get it in the sun, get your gun when the moon fall Soon to tell the goons meet the Ghost by the pool hall 'Cause when the rules get lost, it's a fool's fault Take a smart man to get in on the smooth course Singin' you were never found by Lou Ross Thinkin' can I live? Now the crib got two floors Can't snooze off, nor take my shoes off 'Lotta niggas is rude, that shit'll throw your mood off 'Lotta niggas is cruel, tryna' cut your fuel off Watch your ride die, no jump for you They ain't pump you up but I bet you they got a pump for you Right here he said he would dump for you Then he went and left you for death, they on hunt for you Maybe you just blind or maybe you just fine with gettin' lyin' Songtexte'Cause you pussy by design, what! Mama told me to pray in the morning I'm stuck here in the place tonight God forbid we don't make it to the mornin' In the rain that I ..... (?) could be found in my mom's eyes See the pain that she feel while she moaning Don't wait to pray 'til the morning 'Cause you may not make it home Yeah, you die if you violate, eyes dilate Knowing weed tryin' vibrate Thirty-eight in my size nines win the tri-state Swim with the sharks, you a killa or you live bait Considered a titan although I'm only five-eight Born in the jungle, made it out, I survived hate Run with gorillas, bang my chest like I'm a primate Consider me a land pirate that knows the pie rate (?) Get lined without a ruler, nine at your medulla for a lil' bit of moolah Found his body chopped up in Mexico in the cooler Right next to a shooter and his best friend It ain't chess but they put him in, check then If you know the math on the wrath, he is less than From the south side, better hustle on the west end Pain and the stress gonna kill you if it's kept in Ghost nigga Mama told me to pray in the morning I'm stuck here in the place tonight God forbid we don't make it to the mornin' In the rain that I ..... (?) could be found in my mom's eyes See the pain that she feel while she moaning Don't wait to pray 'til the morning 'Cause you may not make it home Aus Songtexte Mania