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Killah Priest - Gotta Eat lyrics
Masada 2000 [ verse 1 ] My .44 calicol will silence y'all souls, masada The ghost of the most prolific writer Upon my death bed in roast in fire See my most desires Smell the smoke from my flesh as my ghost rise up Hear the voices of 100 choirs And angels looking down at my body attached to wires Priest kissed by the widow spider that spit saliva I write for lifers and boxers at rikers I write pain Blue ink replaced the blood in my veins Thug in this game, flooded up rings Cluttered up change, quick to pop a slug in your brain If you a killer, then slugs we exchange We like the mobsters, bullet shells and choppers Cop cars and road blockers, they tryin to knock us Catch us duck behind the bitches, d's tryin to pop us On cbs news while the world watch us [ chorus ] I do this shit for my thugs I do this shit for the chicks at the club I do this shit for the niggas that i love I do this shit for the streets, cause a nigga gotta eat, luv (2x) [ verse 2 ] I write theories that's motion pictures, y'all hear me? I spit it clearly to roast y'all niggas, feel me? Gangster, life of a don my icon Sling on my right arm, rubber grip tight in my left arm Body suited with teflon, it's brooknam Raise a eyebrow at the child, respectfully bow Pay hommage, gold studs in my garment Hot slugs miss me cause i'm god-sent If it hit me, it's god's wish No man taketh a life, i'm late in the night Catch me in the hood shakin the dice Contemplatin a heist Some say my team is satan's alike Cartel, pop shells till our heart fails Brooknam, a.k.a. roswell Clappin at the spaceship Bitches with fake tits At |
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