Dead Lyrics & Tabs by Killah Priest
Dead
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(Killah Priest)
Killers with assault rifles, street occult rivals
One clique called "The Hogs", other's called "Disciples"
Animosity flavour the air, tasted raw beef
Seasoned with wrong reason, the heat will flare
He let it cook for 380 degrees, 9mm will squeeze
Those with no jewels found their nose in the soup
They handling cheese, full of holes
That's what they do to rat's tails in the trap
Pulling hammers, some get nailed with the pack in jail
They meet the cat, squeeze ya gat
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(Hook)
Yeah, he's dead, two to the head
The street's not fair, no love loss, no last here
(Hook)
Yeah, he's dead, two to the head
The street's not fair, no love loss, no last here
Bring me back some dutches
And the 40's & beer soon as shorty appear
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(Killah Priest)
You see cat name "Big Shoe", kept a nine off the safety
while watching the news, about these two dudes he knew
Black and Scott, damn they got knocked
By this undercover cop, yeah I remember it now
Scott told me how it was gon' go down
Said he knew the bitch was a cop, had the nine in a box
But after they plot, they gon' have that bitch popped
His girl said he was stupid
Told her if she ever left him he would lose it
A rough knock at the door
He got in the position as he was shooting
It's his homeboy, said "Damn you scared me"
Open up nigga, niggas just aired P
In downstairs now doing ewe's
Fuck that, drop the nine and grabbed the Uzi
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(Hook)
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(Killah Priest)
The nigga Conan knocked out a horse on the fall for New York
That was the hood talk
That was like '87, Reagan had the destine
Streets still tryna adjust in
Little Bart use to walk around with two mac's
Sit in the park, violence would spark
He gave a few daps to Mark
Restless and peace
Every nigga who walk on the streets who wanna compete
Selling drugs 'cos the world won't show 'em no love
And there's a God above us please hug us
'Cos they won't show us no justice
Please show ya face, we could all relate
The caskets and addicts
The hood takes a shape of a demon face (Damn!)
Dirty bastards, we got about six shields on the street
Before we hurled in by police
Fuck it, we gon' hurl them and end the Beast
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(Hook)
