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(feat. Ras Kass) [Intro: Killah Priest] Yeah... Priesthood again, Killah Priest Proverbs, the whole unit, Savoy up in here You. [Killah Priest] Nigga wanna front, get him with the pump Bag a body up, on back of the truck Whoever this, ain't hear from since Beretta's spit, then I'm off in the trench Once the head spit, dust off my prints Bullet wounds left more than an inch Six in him and four in his bitch Ya'll should just stop and just call it quits Only gonna end up in the morgue or the ditch When I start rhyming, put my all in it I ain't got time for no baller shit One clip, take a nigga to the exit Pray that he meet death quick Poison body like asbestos Shot him when the tech spit At the same time, aim nines, canine [Chorus x2: Killah Priest, Ras Kass] SongtexteSo what ya'll want, dog, what's the deal? I ain't got, nothin' for ya'll, but lots of steel I ain't, runnin' from ya'll got shots to peel I ain't, fallin' cuz ya'll, cuz my heart stays real [Ras Kass] Yeah, looky here, ain't no crooky here Punk pumps no fear or Kool-Aid Pump shit the opposite of what you feel, fuck what you say Wanna see me trapped (uh-huh), fucked in the game (okay) Locked up in the pen, or, caught by the flames Nah, caught up by the same thing, glock to your brain chain Maintainin' these strange days, pains, what this fame brings But how you gon' stand out, with your hand out, beggin' like a bitch Expect me to do you a favor, and get you rich Faggot, I don't owe you shit, so quit, don't show you shit Except, when I'm makin' sure you, who spit Either it's this microphone click, either way that go is a hit So please believe, thanks to gullies and get gats, so easily [Chorus w/ Killah Priest ad-libs] [Killah Priest] Nigga still wanna beef with court police Your code on the streets, is backwards, man As we hold heat, put holes in your jeep Nigga, what you preach, you should practice and This gat in my hand put you back in the land Six feet deep sleep, eternal, they sold heat in inferno Watch your body drop while your soul leaps external Bullet pop like Three's Company did to Colonel I gotta taste for war, that's why I lick shots And hate for ya'll, bigger than hip hop, nigga stop Ya'll not street, ya'll not Priest, ya'll not Ras, ya'll straight trash [Chorus x2] [Outro: Killah Priest] Yeah, Killah Priest, Ras Kass For you and yours, from the force, the Horse That's right ("the wicked"), 2002, 2003, whatever What it's gon' be... pop off Aus Songtexte Mania