(Killah Priest) Killers with assault rifles, street occult rivals One clique called "The Hogs", other's called "Disciples" Animosity flavour the air, tasted raw beef Seasoned with wrong reason, the heat will flare He let it cook for 380 degrees, 9mm will squeeze Those with no jewels found their nose in the soup They handling cheese, full of holes That's what they do to rat's tails in the trap Pulling hammers, some get nailed with the pack in jail They meet the cat, squeeze ya gat (Hook) Yeah, he's dead, two to the head The street's not fair, no love loss, no last here Bring me back some dutches And the 40's & beer soon as shorty appear (Killah Priest) You see cat name "Big Shoe", kept a nine off the safety while watching the news, about these two dudes he knew Black and Scott, damn they got knocked By this undercover cop, yeah I remember it now Scott told me how it was gon' go down Said he knew the ***** was a cop, had the nine in a box But after they plot, they gon' have that ***** popped His girl said he was stupid Told her if she ever left him he would lose it A rough knock at the door He got in the position as he was shooting It's his homeboy, said "Damn you scared me" Open up *****, ****** just aired P In downstairs now doing ewe's **** that, drop the nine and grabbed the Uzi (Hook) (Killah Priest) The ***** Conan knocked out a horse on the fall for New York That was the hood talk That was like '87, Reagan had the destine Streets still tryna adjust in Little Bart use to walk around with two mac's Sit in the park, violence would spark He gave a few daps to Mark Restless and peace Every ***** who walk on the streets who wanna compete Selling drugs 'cos the world won't show 'em no love And there's a God above us please hug us 'Cos they won't show us no justice Please show ya face, we could all relate The caskets and addicts The hood takes a shape of a demon face (Damn!) Dirty bastards, we got about six shields on the street Before we hurled in by police **** it, we gon' hurl them and end the Beast (Hook)
(Killah Priest) Killers with assault rifles, street occult rivals One clique called "The Hogs", other's called "Disciples" Animosity flavour the air, tasted raw beef Seasoned with wrong reason, the heat will flare He let it cook for 380 degrees, 9mm will squeeze Those with no jewels found their nose in the soup They handling cheese, full of holes That's what they do to rat's tails in the trap Pulling hammers, some get nailed with the pack in jail They meet the cat, squeeze ya gat (Hook) Yeah, he's dead, two to the head The street's not fair, no love loss, no last here Bring me back some dutches And the 40's & beer soon as shorty appear (Killah Priest) You see cat name "Big Shoe", kept a nine off the safety while watching the news, about these two dudes he knew Black and Scott, damn they got knocked By this undercover cop, yeah I remember it now Scott told me how it was gon' go down Said he knew the ***** was a cop, had the nine in a box But after they plot, they gon' have that ***** popped His girl said he was stupid Told her if she ever left him he would lose it A rough knock at the door He got in the position as he was shooting It's his homeboy, said "Damn you scared me" Open up *****, ****** just aired P In downstairs now doing ewe's **** that, drop the nine and grabbed the Uzi (Hook) (Killah Priest) The ***** Conan knocked out a horse on the fall for New York That was the hood talk That was like '87, Reagan had the destine Streets still tryna adjust in Little Bart use to walk around with two mac's Sit in the park, violence would spark He gave a few daps to Mark Restless and peace Every ***** who walk on the streets who wanna compete Selling drugs 'cos the world won't show 'em no love And there's a God above us please hug us 'Cos they won't show us no justice Please show ya face, we could all relate The caskets and addicts The hood takes a shape of a demon face (Damn!) Dirty bastards, we got about six shields on the street Before we hurled in by police **** it, we gon' hurl them and end the Beast (Hook)
