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Killah Priest lyrics - View From Masada

Places I've Been

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

Can I Ball

Mac "Shell Shocked"
[Mac] Say Slim, look. [Soulja Slim] What's happenin wootay. [Mac] We goin take this here all the way from the Magnolia across Clayborne. [Soulja Slim] Do it like that. [Mac] Ya heard me. [Soulja Slim] Do it. [Chorus] Can I ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall Can I ball niggas or do they wanna see me crawl Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall [Mac--Verse 1] To make this million I'm bound to left uptown to go get it Once I get it, I'm a split it with those who I'm commited Like who, my nigga Wop, my girl Storm and the rest of my click Everybody else be on some oh you ballin now (you ballin now) Since you play me closer, I'm a get the toast, oh mark my word Fuck em, fuck em if they don't know what's happen my rap If a nigga know me, he don't know me no more Cause I don't hang in the same streets no more, I gotta condo I lay low, chill, stay away from shit that get niggas killed Call me fake then my niggas will say that's trill Check it, funny high hoes be calling me jiggy now Cause I gotta little jingle, mingle with the finest and sport diamonds When I was broke I was skinny and full of shit Now it ain't nothin for me to pull a bitch I scratch off and I hear them hoes say he did that Every bitch I fuck be saying I'm tryin to have your kid Mac I ain't with that [Chorus] Can I ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall Can I ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall [Soulja Slim] I'm a try my best not to let these niggas bring me out there They know you beefing with the ????, and them niggas don't care Who they kill, and tryin to be a millionare on the real But I can't a from with that foolishness so I'm a chill And just pass through the projects that I used to roam in Tote the black and the steel chrome and holler at trill niggas like Jim Stone and No more hangin, no more slangin pearls and crack pieces No more fucking dog bitches carryin deadly deseases They burn your dick off, givin you aids through the rubber I had to settle down with a boss bitch and now that's my lover She down for a nigga And when the situation gets heavy she lets loose rounds for a nigga And if I don't come home she'll come blood hound for a nigga That's the type of bitch I need, no drink, no smoke, no weed Hoes label me a hot boy cause I just come home and I don't get D'd But I'm a boss baby, I like to floss baby Can I ball yall, can I ball [Chorus] Now can I ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall Can I ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall [Mac--Verse 2] Now Soulja Slim, my nigga, my nerve, my partner, my wootay, my round My ace, my dog, I was down even when you was on that ground You camoflauged uptown that was some shit to see So when they locked you up I continue the legacy Now all these niggas claiming Soulja is you bout that ball Would you die for me if a nigga pull up in that tinted car I think you niggas sitting around waiting on my fall Let a nigga ball, nigga let a nigga ball [Chorus] Can I ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall Can I ball niggas or do they wanna see me crawl Man fuck yall niggas, if yall was waiting on my fall Ya heard me, woah [Soulja Slim] Now yall understand. Now you understand. Macadon and Soulja Slim. In the process of B-O-O-Cing, ballin out of control. [Mac] Bleeding out of control nigga. [Soulja Slim] Ya understand. [Mac] So uh look, I'm a tell these niggas like this here. We bout to go get these motherfuckin rolexes shined up nigga. And go get our chrome shined up. And we goin ball ya heard me. [Soulja Slim] They ain't goin like that. They don't wanna hear no shit like that. [Mac] They ain't goin like that. [Soulja Slim] But we ballin out of control though. [Mac] Bleeding out of control. We doin them niggas like that so fuck it.

Adventures Of ...

Above The Law
Chorus To the people thats been locked away for a while Keep your head up To my peoples thats been strugglin all their life Never give up (No never give up) To my people that are lost along the way I'll never forget (I'll never forget) Live your life the way you have to to get ahead With no regrets I used to run with straight cap peelers Hardcore killers To the people next door I wasn't nothin but the dope dealer Stayin up all night to make ends meet Ya, cuz livin in the ghetto ain't cheap And ask me do my momma know a thing - hell nah Cuz she gon be the first to turn me into the law I got tired of seeing the drama on her face All stressed out and depressed tryin to keep the place So I worked odd job after odd job for the man But that didn't even get my ends close enough to shake hands Im stressed out right about now So I hooked up with the homey from the streets to put it down He said you make 2 G's a drop Nigga don't be flossin about it or your ass sure to get popped Thinkin to myself I'ma do this for now Come up and blow up and move moms in the cut I'm doing about six drops a week I'm knowin niggaz from everyhood - partner it's all good I'm in school tryin to live out moms dream Outsell y'all and make a bomb ass smoke screen Locked in the game doin my thang like Bruce Wayne Tryin to ease momma pain and stop the rain I thank God I never been to the pen But if I had to I'd do it again Y'all better ask somebody (Phone rings) What's up man, this is Vin man -yo what's hapnin man I got some drama with some old playa haters -ah man, that's why you was blowin me up man? (-stop through) old horny ass, I'll be there in a mintue Like G's we roll with the ass rocked Like G's we roll with the tops down Like G's we coast til homey past the post Cuz yo we finna get fucked up I say uhhh kick the ? and uhhh Can you fell my illustration I'm thick for the penetration No hesitation I step to a f blowin the dust off her shelf I'm kinda horny - I just bounced from the county So if you don't mind me absorbing the womb Hit it smooth then slide out the room After making you assume the position Now I'm in the twist after goin on a mission Gotta spit at my homeys though - you know my peoples Yeah the ones in the hill plus the folks in the hood - we all equal I was talkin to my partner the other day We was sitting in the mall parking lot He was bout to serve three chicken wings He said shit ain't changed, homey, shit ain't changed So uh, strap for strap even though I rap Ain't know way in the hell I can watch my own back So I got my brother on the right and my brother on the left One in a khaki suit, the other one well dressed Hit you ass like the stealth - Above the Law Too much caviar, put holes through ya, lick you thorough your radar See I'm pistol whipping clicks with my lyrics I'm on a cheddar run so my family benefits I through the videos on the table for my young ones Let the maid know that I'm out - y'all I'm on one To meet with some real conglomerates on the street for some heat Then we smoke baby, then we drink baby Now my homies, I love my Cali scene It's the real thing, its the real thing

I Know

JIM JONES "Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)"
(What you learn in jail you can't learn in the street that's learnin patients I just finished doin 10 years up north. I just came home from doin 10 years. I done did 10 years staight I went in 16 came home 26. I Gave the system about 15 years of my life. I gave these crackers man 17 years of my life man The prison system gave me 15 to life and I gave'em back 10.) God forgive me for my worldly ways Hit the street at a early age tryn to come up off the pearly yay The late nights to the early days all a nigga knew is street life Young G's beneth the street lights try not to catch street strikes You better run you see police lights these nights (Squala) I'm hated by few loved by many Getttin faded with the crew gettin buzzed off henny Now the liquer got my mind runnin They say we ballin but the times runnin so I'm tryin to beat the shot clock Winter time heated seats on the drop top Dinner time we gone eat when the block hot Shit well who gone stop us A grew of mobsters and we lueger poppers Till we subdued by coppers Loyalty is everything so all my niggas know they can call on me for anything (I served 10 years straight up um in them 10 years I lost everything I loved my pops my moms Can you just imagine goin to jail in 1989 and them tellin you your release date is on febuary 2004 that Shit is crazy I gave the prison system a decade 10 years of my life) I can't call it cause I might spoil it I'm two sips from being alcoholic In my hood that the nights chourus and this toast goes to lifes losses and all my soilders livin life lawless Not worried what it might cost us And fuck the price brought us vvs on white flawless ain't nothin fresher than my white forces more than white forces they on our back like christ crosses I'm extra large due to success try to nail me for a weapon charge due to my rep try tell me take a plea bargin fuck it so I tell'em take that plea bargin shove it and Fuck the chip it's like the worlds on my shoulders we cop bricks and mix the girl with the soda sit it the pot let twirl with the water if you got a weak stomach you might hurl from the odor (We were just bad to the bone we were gangsta so we never did get a chance to prove to anybody how much good we had inside of us all they heard about was how drive bys and how many guns and how much dope we had so they never gave us the chance to figure out what was good about us) [Chorus:] You ani't got tell me about ccomin from nothin cause I know were livin in the fast lane my nigga sometimes it gets slow yeah heard that we be hustlen tryin to make it but steady strugglin, but you ain't gotta tell me about comin from nothin cause I know. There's a war goin on outside no man is safe Watch the snitches cause they close by And tell my niggas keep there hopes high I got vision goin multi My eye sight is like 20/20 and hine sights like 20/20 And limelight is every bit of envy Watch the snakes cause they gettin friendly Watch the jakes cause they tryin to end me [Chorus]

I'm In Love With A Thug

JIM JONES "Harlem: Diary Of A Summer"
[Jim Jones talking] Hello, oh' whats up baby, Aint doing nothing im on my way home right now, What?!? Im in tha studio Yo i gotta get ready and go home man [Woman Singing] I'm in love...With a thug I'm in love...With a GanGsta, Yeh [Jim Jones] Now my wife she won't stop blowin' my phone up Every Bitch conversation they keep throwin' tha Jones up..(They Lien) It makes it hard im tryna show her Iv grown up But deep down inside she know i will never give them ho's up She talk marriage but ya boy froze up, cold feet Man she know im in love wit' these cold streets So im flowin' threw tha night, just left my bitch house Im going home to my wife, as i live this double life [Woman singing] I'm in love....With a thug I'm in love.....With a GanGsta, Yeh [X2] [Jim Jones] It started as a crush for years wishin' i could fuck her Next thing i got caught up, she had me trippin' like a mushroom Shit became fucked up cause we both became love-struck I be out commitin' crimes, she be still up on my mind Now im tryna shake it off, she still drippin' through tha brain You know i fean for her like a hit of that Cocain She say my thug is like drugs and she need her a rehab And she strung out over love when she see me see relapse [Woman singing] I'm in love....With a thug I'm in love....With a GanGsta, yeh [x2] No matter what, no one can judge me or tell me how i could feel Lord knows this man, Is ryde or die, he keeps it so so real Even if his pants hang low, or some times he'll even roc tha corn rows Lord knows my everything, and i gotta GOTTA let'em LET'EM know [Jim Jones] Now that we argue every night, tha most horrible of fights If i get caught cheatin', U gon' carve me wit' a knife But let's take it back, when we use to party every night I thought you of all people would know its hard to live my life I say Im in tha studio, You say You wit' some groupie ho We going back and forth, GAWW-DAMN, this aint a movie yo I'm not tha one for complainin', be mentally drainin' But some times just listen, its only one thing im sayin'.......I Love You [Woman singing] I'm in love....With a thug I'm In love....With a GanGsta, Yeh [x2] I'm In Love With A Thug Print Correct [Jim Jones talking] Hello, oh' whats up baby, Aint doing nothing im on my way home right now, What?!? Im in tha studio Yo i gotta get ready and go home man [Woman Singing] I'm in love...With a thug I'm in love...With a GanGsta, Yeh [Jim Jones] Now my wife she won't stop blowin' my phone up Every Bitch conversation they keep throwin' tha Jones up..(They Lien) It makes it hard im tryna show her Iv grown up But deep down inside she know i will never give them ho's up She talk marriage but ya boy froze up, cold feet Man she know im in love wit' these cold streets So im flowin' threw tha night, just left my bitch house Im going home to my wife, as i live this double life [Woman singing] I'm in love....With a thug I'm in love.....With a GanGsta, Yeh [X2] [Jim Jones] It started as a crush for years wishin' i could fuck her Next thing i got caught up, she had me trippin' like a mushroom Shit became fucked up cause we both became love-struck I be out commitin' crimes, she be still up on my mind Now im tryna shake it off, she still drippin' through tha brain You know i fean for her like a hit of that Cocain She say my thug is like drugs and she need her a rehab And she strung out over love when she see me see relapse [Woman singing] I'm in love....With a thug I'm in love....With a GanGsta, yeh [x2] No matter what, no one can judge me or tell me how i could feel Lord knows this man, Is ryde or die, he keeps it so so real Even if his pants hang low, or some times he'll even roc tha corn rows Lord knows my everything, and i gotta GOTTA let'em LET'EM know [Jim Jones] Now that we argue every night, tha most horrible of fights If i get caught cheatin', U gon' carve me wit' a knife But let's take it back, when we use to party every night I thought you of all people would know its hard to live my life I say Im in tha studio, You say You wit' some groupie ho We going back and forth, GAWW-DAMN, this aint a movie yo I'm not tha one for complainin', be mentally drainin' But some times just listen, its only one thing im sayin'.......I Love You [Woman singing] I'm in love....With a thug I'm In love....With a GanGsta, Yeh [x2]

Figadoh (Remix)

BENZINO "Redemption"
(feat. Busta Rhymes, M.O.P.) [Intro] Get money, get that dough Get money, get that dough Get money, get that dough What, what, get that dough Get that dough, get that dough Get that dough, get that dough Get that dough, Figadoh [Busta Rhymes] Ray Benzino.. Hangmen 3.. Bus-a-Bus.. M.O.P... What the fuck Let's give it to ya Yeah, what the fuck y'all want (Ha ha ha) What the fuck y'all want (Ha ha ha) What the fuck y'all want (Ha ha ha) Come on (Ha ha ha) [Busta Rhymes] Guess who's comin through right now, bitch To smack you with the force to kill a fucking cow, bitch Hunh, I told you not to fuck around, bitch Foul nigga, that's the way we gettin down, bitch You shook faggot, I'ma keep you motherfuckers shaking And run around just like a crazy big foot Jamaican See there's no mistaking, see you can never replace me, nigga They think you alien, whippin shit like a hated nigga I wonder, wise guy trife and said to me What we be on and that we would have a recipe Talk, what they talkin bout rude boy Some gully niggas up in the place, we comin through, boy The news be tryin and run go report niggas The way they do when immigration trt to deport niggas Ray Benzino, Bus-a-Bus and M.O.P. Just for the record - none of you niggas can fuck with me! [Chorus 2x w/ Busta Rhymes ad libs] Figadoh Doooooooooough Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh! Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh! You know me, Figada-figada-figada Get that dough, Figada-doh [Benzino] Me and Bus-a-Bus breakin bread dough town Fuck a bus - we private jet Motown Boston streets.. where I put my flow down Hold up, you shakin it fast, bitch slow down Blaze shots for the gangster in me You scared to carry heat, don't hang with me (Motherfucker) Big guns, no thang to me Top three is what I aim to be Hunh, and what I rep.. mainly 3 Ain't no muthafucka spittin flames like me Original gon come, brew it up M.O.P. gon come, to rip it up When I reach, it ain't to greet you Fuck your people, motherfucker pleased to meet you B-E-N-Z-I-N-O... This the remix, Figadoh, bitch! [Chorus] [Lil' Fame] (Bom bom bom) F-I-Z-Z-Y dub O Mack (Bingfield, B.K.) Oh! Bring bitch out of the bubbs warrior style Throwing bricks, bottles and slugs (Get it on son!) I spit 8 bars and smack the fuck out the engineer before the songs done Just to make this shit more hotter So tighten up your training wheels bitch... Cause your fucking with a scholar [Billy Danze] With this I step lively, talking to myself cause I'm mad With a mack 10 to spin - back up nigga! (Back up nigga!) Watch out nigga.. (Watch out nigga!) I'm coming, mojo smokin, I ain't jokin faggot, I'm gunnin I ain't hear nothin, start runnin Why you suprised, you a fucking with a man who got.. (Fire!) With sides will.. (Fire!) Any nigga that want it, any nigga that front it, I pump one in his stomach [Chorus]

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