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(feat. Nas) [Chorus x2: Killah Priest] Gun For Gun, streets full of Rivers of Blood Raised in the pJ's where real niggaz are thugs Eye for an eye, two for two, blood for blood Comin' to a theatre near you, it's all love [Killah Priest:] I make Mussolini wear a Kufi I talk like Dr. Ben but look like Malcolm holdin' his hoochie Pant through curtains, who will I murder? Pearl silencer screw 'em up I burner .44 caliber, the new Nat Turner I make Hitler wear a Yarmelke KKK, celebrate Kwanzaa, shit should I pursue further? I'm like Tutankhamen, with the tools of my garment Put a few on my cartridge, the Moon and Stars lit Light up the hood it looks like a techno club We slam dance to this music when the Tec blows slug It's ghetto thugs, welfare and poor education And gang love sit in the federal waitin' [Chorus x2: Killah Priest] Gun For Gun, streets full of Rivers of Blood Raised in the pJ's where real niggaz are thugs SongtexteEye for an eye, two for two, blood for blood Comin' to a theatre near you, it's all love [Nas:] What did Malcolm think, split second 'fore he was shot? Did he think to hit the deck on the floor, before he dropped? Or did he just say "Fuck it, I'ma die for my brothers" 'Cause by killin' him, just made his words teach others Like Martin Luther King, he preached peace They still got him, like the West-East beef Finally that shit is rotten Place your self in the shoes of a people's leader From drug kingpin to president, either is off the meter Your best man can turn to the squeezer Burn you and leave ya, beside alone on the road Or inside a meat freezer That's the way it goes on the third rock from the Sun Alone circlin' the light where we begun Where we become, a follower to a general With soldiers to run, they move off every word of ya tounge Feelings are ruthless, when you was young pullin' ya gun Not scared to shoot shit, remember it was all in the fun Is this the power you wanted? Can you control over a hundred minds? And these are grown men, who've killed over a hundred times Every champ team has a arch rival And it takes one time to mess up and niggaz don't like you You start to want peace, niggaz want you deceased Your money low, niggaz want you to go Who else but I can bring the most hauntin' flow (Nas) You're soon to see the best of me From a boy, man, to a king, hear out my destiny [Chorus x2: Killah Priest] Gun For Gun, streets full of Rivers of Blood Raised in the pJ's where real niggaz are thugs Eye for an eye, two for two, blood for blood Comin' to a theatre near you, it's all love [Killah Priest:] When my families at stake, I think at how much slender I'll take Then I sit back and watch tapes on Alexander the Great Start studyin' on how he bloodied men I think of rappers I'ma massacre Metal armor cover my skin, take me to war, fuck y'all Priest is Ivan the Terrible, stare in my eyes, unbearable You collide with the general surround me like the Most High surrounded by _ Who would of imagine the illest collabo, Priest and Nas are incredible He spits Ether, I spit Urantia, described by how you Devil's move Scream on Emcees as I recount my pedestal [Chorus: Killah Priest] Gun For Gun, streets full of Rivers of Blood Raised in the pJ's where real niggaz are thugs Eye for an eye, two for two, blood for blood Comin' to a theatre near you, it's all love Aus Songtexte Mania