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Uh-eh-eh-eh Yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, it's like life, uh, uh [Killah Priest] A penny for your wishes; a dollar for your thoughts A century in their prison, if you blow trial in court You know the hustlers, cold, die young and never grow old Dealers with faces, ice cold disciples But if you slip they turn to Judas A lot of big names blew it, so watch it move it Yeah, real cats who really did it, never became rappers They either in coffins or in jail With their dates carved on the walls with slashes So who these guys but actor, you can't fool me My lives far from a movie Priest the Stained Glass medallion, from yours truly I'd been in every part of Brooklyn I know all the gods; all the stars; all the hoodlums So if pounds don't go down, you must be a dude from out of town I play the silent robe, catch me by the lounge But anyway with all that, we all lived the street life Are you really wild as you say you are? Same cats stunt, same cat in the grave tomorrow Nah, we wanna get old, raise kids, gray beards Looking back in the best years We left here, while y'all carried on in the drug apocalypse Thrown in the black pit that's bottomless I wanna see days like Solomon Seeing life through scope so I honor it These dudes's lying like getting shot is hot They only say that 'cause they not witchu on the block They ain't warning about the plans the government got for us They work for the man we discovered in plot from cuffs And please most of these emcees are cowards All they talk about is the cheese and powder But not the real like release the power 'Cause a lot don't know, so the seeds won't grow Which misleads to the enemy's threshold? Flesh cold on the gurney, soul leaves, start your journey Everlasting no more, in return green, ashes to ashes Gold halo bird wings, if we read God's words we could still thug it out Not laying on the pavement blood in your mouth G's disciples, street survival, thug's for God Come as you are, mugs with scars, broke with no jobs Smoke in your jaws, high all you scratching Heroin withdraws; this ain't heaven, so why rest here? Think about yesteryears, the blood, sweat and tears How many dudes listen to Marvin? Cry for love We rather listen to Mob men and die from slugs They can't quote a verse from Jesus but know the verses from Ether But won't listen to Nas when his records are deeper Hold on let me take a breather; they won't listen to Priest either Since when is it cool to run like a Cheetah? Maybe we're too blunted off a reefer Maybe we'll learn when them same bullets return And it's too late, the hood is adjourned The next court date is tomorrow Think about of who you follow Think about the time we're wasting When you move upon that bottle Shalom I stand behind the glass May you think before you sink up in the gas? Nuclear war man, we don't need that |
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