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[Killah Priest] Yeah, take it back, in the days You know, of reminising Just, just chillin Word Late at night, ah shoot its damn near morning Check it out From shootouts at block parties, from God Bodies That flooded the project lobbys, cold degrees Smokin weed, talkin 'bout the black and latin seeds Durags and universal flags On the ave little niggas throwin up tags They get defeated, almost bit the broken tree I recall, niggas who was nice in basketball Just as my nephew, he had a gift that was special But instead at least seein him with a scholarship I'm lookin at him in the funeral parlor and shit Life is a bitch, some go down, tryin to make it rich Some say "fuck it", and start takin shit Sometimes I wish, when bullets are sprayed, the fake niggas get hit Cuz you know, we know When you lose something that you really love, is hard to replace it But we have to face it till the day we lay [Chorus x2: Killah Priest] SongtexteFrom niggas I've seen, places I've been Have my share of fake friends, ran with evil men Chillin with the snakes is a sin But through it all, I kept it real within [Killah Priest] From the giggles of a murderer, or the hugs of a burglar So many faces tryin to read us, I need an interpreters In these dark dreams, where the car thieves lurk around the park, Jeeps, NARCs creep At night the sharks eat, streets is so cold As if they hearts don't beat From niggas with tanktops, yellin bank stop At night they fight like gang cops Wet eachother like rain drops And keep sinnin till the game stop Until there's no longer breathin Shit at last the soul is leavin They goin nowhere fast Tryin to escape this life is a difficult task [Chorus x2] [Killah Priest] To the little niggas on the corner holdin their dicks Rollin in clicks, had to get control in their strips I ain't provin shit, bad asses cuttin classes You need your ass split, maybe that will save you from that casket And I copped the blast quick, with young black males of black bastard See those niggas who trigger happy? Maybe they will take the lives of mad niggas' daddy I know it sound harsh, but I gotta kick it like this And I don't give a fuck if you don't like it Go to save the righteous and your ass walk around here lifeless Trust me, I know it, you say I'm psychic When the order hits its gonna be a crisis And believe me, I ain't gonna be concerned who's the nicest We made a crack sale, away the next fighters When you look up and see that sky lit, you will know Christ lives So until the next time, or if there is one Check for the jewel, I left deep in your eardrum Be aware, and stay awake, because we got to watch the snakes [Chorus x2] [Outro: Killah Priest] Know I'm sayin? We gotta wake up motherfuckers We gotta sit together Word, you know? For all my motherfuckin, gigantic army And just, you know, being together The sky looks like Coney Black, nigga Be aware Yeah, fuck that shit Aus Songtexte Mania