[Killah Priest] Killah Priest, Son One Doe Boy, M80, this how we do it Yo, fuzzie weed mixed with rosary beads So I can puff and blow tails of coke sales Smoke Ls with the devil laughing Assassins blowing out gray horoscopes That tells tomorrow hopes as caskets Gun blasting, ratchets, tats across the abdomen Vatican, pass the gin, flash the gems On the neck skeleton diamonds Felons secrete indictments Priest Im held as the highest With vivid raps Yall took from the hood now give it back Brothers saying this and that Im just sitiin back, relaxing Kicking facts, counting Jacksons Relax, living the Solomistic, hieroglyphics That hydro twisted, this is dead souls revival lyrics Praise the Lord, raise the sword, engage in war The roads are paved before me Chant my name in glory Chorus M80 Hustlin, grindin Reup put work on consignment Then cash in My clientele is swell I flood the streets like the sewers let loose Know my name rings bells in the game Cause Im the truth Keep hustlin, grindin Reup put work on consignment Then cash in My clientele is swell I flood the streets like the sewers let loose Know my name rings bells in the game Cuz Im the truth, keep hustlin [Doe Boy] I was born a hustler, Ima die a hustler I only ride with hustlers, by my sides a hustler Got the mind of a hustler, soul of a king You cant drink from this bowl if you wearing my ring Those that live by the gun gonna die by the bing pop Im making deals with the devil I can buy you a dream Ive seen murder scenes, hoes get done Snitches face down in a puddle of blood Swept under a rug shh and covered with dirt As tears fall from the eyes of a mother thats hurt Ive got blood in my ride and mud on my shirt Yet we both gotta die rather you go first Shit Just lit a blunt once its done, Im leaving Going back to my block cause my block needs me Im always on the clock, get money while Im sleeping I guess Ill stop while this beats still breathing Good eating Chorus M80 [Son One] I know losing her base, no plans for the trouble One shot, wont pump fake, one hand on the metal thing Dance with the devil Never ran when they clash with a clan full of rebels The beefs unsettled, Id say Keep hustlin, the weak keep struggling Son High Chief good trees stay puffing Born where the hammers blaze Games I dont care to play I write cause my words bear gifts like Santa came I do my thingthing, trying to stack a couple bundles Get acquainted with Benjamins, staying on the humble We just getting over, ends overlapping Trying to see the lavish life while this doe is stacking High enough, times is tough, plus the grind is rough Keep your mouth wired shut when the rollers riding up Cause its all or nothing, nothing equals death Death is called the cousin of sleep So live for something, peace! Chorus M80
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