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