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[Killah Priest]
My peeps creep up black jeeps
Black motorcycles, Harley Davids
Jackets, tatted dragons
Skull disciples, the one-eye seeing
The Great Seal on our shoulders
Strreet soldiers, heat holders
Any tension, we make you lean over
Niggas hate flinching and sudden moving
We get the shooting
Gangsta music, killers with pool stick
So much cake, we drive around in a Cool Whip
My mindstate is we in Cali
Killers around me, my vision get cloudy
Now we on throne, wizard douse me
Chosen water, stone pillars, paused on alters
Come talk to Walter
Fine women all draped in linen
All my niggas got crowns on 'em
This ya warning, my destiny is calling
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(Hook)
Come, tonight we ride
Pray we don't die
Tonight we fly
Ride, fly, pray we don't die
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[Killah Priest]
They call me the 'Great Terrible King'
My back lean, my hands enjoying with the palms of my Queen
Vision fade, we still on the black
AK's and cracks, the usual daps and holla backs
Its brick and martyr rap
I bring flowers for you cats
It's funeral day for you and your corny DJ
Now replay, I'm in Amsterdam in coffee shops
Puffing hash, you at the club in circles spanking yo own ass
This is Stain Glass, chrome blast
Now walk the angels past
I laugh and dub my ash
Another toe-tag, body-bag
You pussy clod, tryna test the God
The rest of y'all with panties and bras
I see a little fannie from ya squad
No homo, that's from me and Biggie
He's gon' now, I run the city
No P Diddy, no making of the band
Just me breaking ya hands
Crush it like soda cans
Conan throwing lightning bolts at ya fam
My fifth shoot fireballs
While y'all all tryna front
You know I'll fire you all at once
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(Hook) 2x
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