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(Priest as kids) You cheated Hood Nurseries You cheated I ain't playing with you no more Can't run that far What you mean you can't run that far? Nah let's play another game, stick your feet in Hood Nursery, let's count, I'm about to count I got my feet in Uh!, buzzing Ok, let me count It goes [Killah Priest] It goes eeny, meeny, miny, moe Catch a dealer with his blow If he squeals we let 'em go Tax his silly, penny blow Niggas, spics, grab your nines Cops is rolling down our lines Sell your blow, get off the track Hide your doe and flush your crack Change your clothes, dump your gats Stay on your toes, watch your back And the officer picked this thug right over here One grenade, two bananas, three hammers, four Five vests, six bullets, now we want war In the inner-city bang-bang, he laid behind the fence Trying to blow his nine at sixteen Crips "I'm hit, I'm hit" he yell to his clique But they're busy running so they finish off the clip Red rag, blue rag, one two three Pants sag, du-rag, guns on me Don't raid me, old lady Give me that money and then we're free (Hook) Priest Hood Nurseries Hood Nurseries Hood Nurseries Hood Nurseries Hood Nurseries Hood Nurseries (Priest as kids) You ain't, hey I don't wanna play no more You caught me man, you was me first Man I don't care Yo, nah man, let's play another game Ok, my feet is in, my feet is in Yo, we ain't gotta play with the feet Put your hands in, put your hands in I got another game, here it goes [Killah Priest] Mirror, mirror on the wall; who was the livest of them all? What's this dude doing in my hood? Who did he shoot? Who was his war? Bodies laying, shotty's spraying Daddy is drinking, mommy is praying Caddy's, Lincolns, I'm up in the A.M. Streets is mayhem, cops is aiming at our playgrounds Looks like a grave now I'm out in a Greyhound Gotta escape this life in the cages With hundreds outrageous It's all about papers, going out of state 'cause Cop, thieves and hustlers, welfare in numbers That's all we play, that's all we know That's all we have, nah it's your God (Hook) Priest Hood Nurseries Hood Nurseries Hood Nurseries Hood Nurseries (Priest as kids) Nah I'm not playing with you no more Ahhaha, yeah, yo we gotta make it out of this hood man These games are kinda making me scary [Killah Priest] Paddywagon, paddywagon police man Coming down our block we ran fast as we can This young man lived in the slums Tired of living poor till he picked up his gun And went "click-clack" "Rat-at-tat" Hit the cop in his dome Now the officer is laying in the tombstone (Hook) Priest Hood Nurseries Hood Nurseries Hood Nurseries Hood Nurseries Hood Nurseries Hood Nurseries Hood Nurseries Hood Nurseries Hood Nurseries Hood Nurseries (Priest as kids) Yo, I got another game, yo Yo, listen y'all ever play Da-da-don't-shoot? Da-da-don't-shoot Let's play Well let's do it Play again We start of by playing freeze tag Hood Nursery But in the end you'll get a toe tag Let Priest tell it No you it, no you it Why is that cop looking at us like that? I don't know We can't play these games no more We getting older y'all We getting older We can't play these games no more Let's just stop |
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