| My pad’s an art gallery of harsh reality
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| Pictures of niggaz within the scriptures with the same style as me
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| Christ had his disciples, Priest has his posse
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| But did they swing box cutters in gutters and blow trees in lobby’s?
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| Nah, theres for Bethlehem puff the wild irish grand
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| Till he told him that his hours at hand
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| Fuck that my last suppers at Benny Hanna’s
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| A strip club wit sick thugs throwin plenty dollars
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| Ice chain the Dice game wit the Semi Revolver
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| My passion is of the hood life, gangsters and killers
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| Niggaz represent the struggle sayin Priest we feel ya'
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| These the Paintings of a Saints wings, the Lucifer horns
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| Shootouts and stabbings the youth is all gone (feel me)
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| We get shit lifted niggas
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| Roll a spliff take a sip a the liquor
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| Spark the coke now I’m definately wit’cha
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| We get shit lifted nigga
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| I move through the smog of the city life
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| Blend with the grimy gritty type we make moves at night
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| Got a kite from my scrap he about to touch down
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| We spent a yard up north and walk the block in the town
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| Travel at the speed a sound
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| A moving target’s hard to hit, thats why I keep it moving kid
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| Paint a picture without a brush I put my life on sketch
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| Every line is pain and my love is intricate
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| Drink liquor till the bottle hollow, Thankful to see tomorrow
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| Thankful to see my man we gotta continue the plans
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| Grands upon grands is what we trying to stack
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| And there aint no turning back unless the guns pointed at me
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| Dog I caught a hole in my back
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| I guess thats payback for all the dirt I did in the past
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| I seen life pass before my eyes in a flash
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| I been caged up wishing I could be on the ave
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| I been in a dorm, wishing I could be in the lab
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| My loyalty is priceless, my heart is genuine
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| You gain a driving force if you got me as a friend
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| I blow ganja smoke in the air for all my dead kin
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| And I vow till my boy pow wow will win
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| Tru sippin Liquor again wit the blicker again
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| Fresh out the dugout watch the picture begin
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| On the mound striking em out, snipen em out
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| All the new birds you heard how I’m pipen em out?
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| Born a great, Tru-Mac will storm ya state
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| I ain’t sprung like T-Pain when I fornicate
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| I’m psycho call me Norman Bates
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| Try to Ice Grill me, I’ma fit ya George Foreman plate
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| Quiet down or I"ll cause a Riot now
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| Time to set up shop on the block and tie it down
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| Stacks is flippin, Warning my ratchet spittin
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| On attack for all of you cats thats snitchin
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| My logic’s focused who gossip hopeless
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| Ima stomp on cats, backs like ugh, project roaches
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| Running game like Vince Young through the goaline
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| Killin kids like them dudes in that coal mine |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Lifted, artist - Killah Priest. Album song The Best Of and A Prelude To The Offering, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп