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Killah Priest
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Murdah Murdah At Dawn
(Priest talking) Whaddup Woool? Yeah, they don't know nuttin bout this war shit It's Priest nigga! Woool whaddup? - (Killah Priest) Test 'em, tear drops, violent times of war Hell or love? Bones crush silently Flesh pierced from swords Heads roll over rose peddles Horse stands on hind legs Here come the hero, old rebels comin' brigades Nine sprayed their champagne bottles The boy-man the slave follows Cartels wave the ammo New Angles hollows Apostles drop the wood floors The rope on the neck stop, they fall Victory for all The gull, whorish harlots Above the stars zips I pan down to the projects A murdah in progress, it's heartless Words bounce off the tongue, unload the cartridge Monsters, the widow beats on they chest Weaves those killers from the worlds beyond the flesh Statue stands naked, a ball in his palm Over the pawn, the silencers whisper murdah at dawn - (Hook) It goes murdah murdah, kill kill kill Suicide notes, lines of coke in the bill Street life, live like a warrior, grab the steel But know that the gods always build - (Killah Priest) Posted up attractable niggas Durable guns like action figures 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Wit threats that's loose on they tongues Destruction with long strath that hang Gats in they pants With a stance like they belong in the frame Eyes scrollin' up the blocks lookin' for cops Wild niggas holdin' their glocks Gamblin' niggas blowin' they guap Smart niggas know when to stop Rechargeable niggas poppin' up after some years Did five in the tier Strong words he let it hold in the air So many menus of holes he been through Streets continues Just some jewels for your mental - (Hook) - (Killah Priest) Amongst a heart that holds cold of larcenies Arms that squeeze Cat-scans and different brands of weed Gangstas paradise, palms of green Investigate a murdah weapon Detective burn his injection Infected the hood with wide spectrum No suspects, the rest, just the blood on the dress Polygraph, analysts took the handprints of death Lie detectors, scanners in the eye retina Shootouts with cops fleeing wit the cash register Clouds of letters spell WAR Bullets shatter the arm Gunmen lingers, the hood looks like the battle in Nam Priest look like the Pharaoh turned God - (Hook)
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