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1. _ Live By The Gun *
Hook: [sauldin]
Live by the gun, die by the 4-pound (x7)
[killah priest]
I see demons in the atmosphere
Gats appear out of nowhere
Bloods and crips, we thuggin it
Niggas be lovin that shit
Bustin they guns at that shit
Look at shorty over there
On the street corner, pack a heat on her
Better warn 'em, about to be dead soon
I saw the sign in the red moon
Got me shakin in my bedroom
Nervous, what's our purpose?
So many churches
Ask a reverend, do black kids go to heaven?
Pack a gat for armageddon
Mac-11's, nowhere i'm headin
Sellin cracks in seven's
Bc, lk, neatha
>from bushwick to bed-stuy
Got my moma on her knees by the bedside
Man won't fair with a suit and a necktie
Chorus: [sauldin]
Fallin from heaven and hell, spendin our days
Askin for christ, to come and change our ways
It's cold in the night, chasin the night...
Oh, father forgive us for what we've done
[?]
Minds flippin, gotta focus
But to think i was
In and out when i wrote this
But my boom over rates people that's hopeless, copeless
Things seem like they never change, strange, damn
Like the night thang, pain inflictin my brain
Damn, man, try to maintain
My, my, my composure puffin on dolja
Feels like the heart gettin colder
Black priest from soldier, knows ya
Part, then i fold ya, hold ya
If you choose to bang wit me, hang wit me
Do ya thang wit me
But i see angel seeds flyin thru my mind
Cryin doin my time
[baracus]
If all those forgive me for what i've done
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Screamin "bloody murder"
Mo' murder, mo' murder, red rum, red rum
My stun like cofey
You don't know my, i'm an o.g.
Try to pop me, i'ma pop you
Weddin day bitch, weddin die too
Chorus
[st. nickolas]
North, south, mid-west, west, east coast
Wherever goin, keep the heat close
Got some .45 slugs, make a nigga eat those
If not, leave a nigga with some dead holes
Throw his body in a deep hole
Never fuck with no creep, oh
Rose cartel starrin the street show
Finally layin back, shittin in a e-4
20, between the bread and the trunk
Hand on the pump
Ready to dump on any man for a lump
Actin like a bitch, is you a man or a chump?
Many niggas stand in the quicksand and they sunk
Nicky bomb, rose cartel, killah priest
Masada rolls thru the streets of the middle east
Swingin the double-edged sword when we slay the beast
Swingin the double-edged sword when we slay the beast
What? what?
Chorus
Hook (x7)
[sauldin] father forgive us...
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2. _ Moanin'
[killah priest]
This goes out, to all the brothers that lost somebody
And all the brothers who got brothers that's locked down
Sisters too...
[unknown singers]
We'll be moanin' for my peeps, who've got shot down in the street
We'll be moanin' for my brothers who've got locked down in jail
We'll moanin' for my sisters who be constantly abused
Moanin' for the children who resisted our fail
Moanin' for my peoplez who are dying all
We trying to be strong, but we know that life goes on
[killa sin]
Yo, melodic war chamber, bang ya, 36 styles of danger
Murderous, floating in the myst of perfect strangers
Killarm saddam we're built with golden arms
Prophesies about the black bomb, we drop, bodily harm
The shot graze ya, who snitched the cops neighbors
Thick crack rocks invade your block major
Spots been taking his time for move making
Mood thugs breaking and leave your styles faking
Cream is the theme of this wicked world we breathing
Schemeing whilst dreaming i fantasize a squeezing
Zoneing, thinkin' about case i grab the foam in
Blaze off, one to your dome, your left moanin...
[killah priest]
I take a walk through the park at night, living a black life
And while i'm stepping over crack pipes, everybody wants to get high
But nobody really wants to die, they only have fun for a season
But for what reason, plus who do you believe in?
They drink forties with they shorties, telling war stories
Some rebel, and some give a glory,
And fame is like a game in the streets
(wassup g) players kicking game to the freaks, crack buildings
Packed with black children, entrepreneurs producing stacks by the millions
The young kids they want rings and things
The buildings is flooded up with fiends,
But i stand strong like a black pope
Gazeing through the crack smoke,
Repent from the pagan ways
I know your mind strays, but just listen to the phrase...
[unknown singers]
I'm moanin' for my peoplez sleeping out in the cold
Moanin' for the youthz who try to make it on their own
Moanin' for my peoplez starving all over the world
Moanin' for my people those they light fire-war
Moanin' for my peoplez who are dying all
We're trying to be strong, but we know that life goes on..
But they'll be moanin', weeping, and crying out for pain,
Long to not afraid to you, oh when will it end.. they'll be moanin'
(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
They'll be moanin'...
(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
They'll be moanin'...
(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
They'll be moanin'...
(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
[killah priest]
The great massacre, we fled to africa,
The 7 year d babylon 10 buck 2 page 83,
And all the lies about africanas, and nostradamus, promise,
Atomic, bomb, saddam, hussein, who's names not written in the book of life,
This be the exodus out of flesh and lust, common minded,
Abominal and declined?, blast framers, adulterers and drug schemers..
They'll be moanin'...
(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
They'll be moanin'...
(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
They'll be moanin'...
(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
They'll be moanin'...
(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
They'll be moanin'
(they'll be moanin' and weeping and crying out for more)
They'll be moanin'
(long to not afraid to you oh when will it end..)
They'll be moanin'
(they'll be moanin')
(the whole damn world)
They'll be moanin'
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3. _ Street Opera
[intro: killah priest, (hell razah)]
Back in the day, (times, struggles)
940, (in the ghetto)
Going through hell to come out right
This is what we must go through to reach heaven
(this what we go through..) to reach heaven..
(to escape hell,) ha,
[chorus: hell razah]
In the days of our life we got one life to live
As the world turns around negative through positive
At the edge of the nights, the guiding light
That leads to another world, for the young and the restless
Beware of your deathwish, to all my children in the general hospital
The most impossible,
We got for you the final saga of the street operas
[killah priest]
In my location is where they run the operation
You either stuck or getting bucked by the train station
Word is bond if beyond after dawn, they hit you up bad
And watch drop and they gone, they 9mm's
Make bitches scream high-pitch like a tweater
But shorty is a strong believer when he hold his heater
I use an onze of my mind to make rhymes,
And a half of brain to cause rain
Cuz life is like a game with no instructions
Streets they be tusslin' to have a brother bustin'
They adolescence carry weapons in they section, a wrong direction
When they all pack protection, forgot knowledge, is all symbolic
And hedonistic, they need statistics, for cops to search
They pop you first and dig your pockets later
And maybe catch you for money or your pager (gimme that)
Or slice your throat with the razor..
An old man told me once, sitting on a chair rolling a blunt
I had a son your age, that ended up on front page
From the impact of a 12 guage, his assassination
Thrown me in a world of hatred, today is hard to face it
He shown me old fliks, he was up for a scholarship
Today is hard to swallow it, damn i never thought life could be so short
I still see him on a basketball court, the bullet took a part of me
The doctor said it hit the artery, every now and then it bothers me
And all the prayers that i gave god, wouldn't bring him from the graveyard
That's when he took his picture
And send your bucked the streets will get ya,
It's either that or the price of liquor
Even me, i learnt as the days grew
That death is only a stage of phase 2,
Thank allah that he made you..
[chorus x3]
[outro: hell razah]
The final saga of the street operas
Of the street operas
The final saga of the street operas
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4. _ Greyhound Part 2
Yo, be for real
I was buried on a battlefield
I was buried on a battlefield
Located near israel
The rest of my platoon
Was trapped upon a hill
I heard mega...
...yo, be for real
I was buried on a battlefield
I heard megabombs, firearms, and more alarms
And hand grenades, mad rage in evil ways
My destination was to seek life
I mean the stars were so low they appeared as street lights
I was shown the crucifixion by two egyptians
There was war in heaven, i saw christ with a mac-11
So i joined his army, prepare for armaggedeon... armaggedeon...
They told me this, slowly
Taking me, into, the mental
Orgasms, 'jacualting, stimulating, relating
To life, incubating, rotating around light beams
From a light beam i was formed in the white dream
And then redeemed, like powder, out of, my maker
Into, nature, returned, to vapor
Killah, priest, was born, in a pillar, of yeast
Lost in the miscarriage
The automatic, for marriage
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5. _ Ghetto Government
"they got me so uptight" --> unknown singer
[chorus 1: hell razah]
We form the ghetto government
You either hate us or you lovin it
Ghetto government for those who strugglin
*repeat 4x*
[hell razah (killah priest)]
We form a congress wit our conscience
Here to fight against eden for our freedom til it get accomplished
(we make the whole world astonished
See us with our macabee-an garments
They bow down and pay homage, we god sent
Movin through this evil world with a compass
Niggaz die over nonsense, when the koran spit)
We hit ya soul like a vietnam hit
The whitehouse be the projects
We study all that evil dialect
Dead sea scrolls of a prophet
With the mindstate we movin objects
It be the livin word that's heard in your eardrums
You gotta digest (which king gotta die next?
I'm on the street corner taking side bets
>from set-trippin, angels of death slip in
Which that cat wit the tech grippin
We straight crippin, blue flags and durags
Other cats got they red out, cars sped out)
[chorus 2: killah priest *singing*]
I am king of bethlehem
We sit upon the throne
Thousands die before us
This is a story of a fallen kingdom
*repeat 2x*
[killah priest]
A full moon glows, light reflects off of my gold
Seven men with shields of david on top of they post
Soft wind blows, breath through my silk blue robe
After i feast, fall asleep between my seven pillows
Feel my eyes close, then a motion picture screen show
See the world like looking through a foggy window
See a large cliff of thugs, some crips and some bloods
Neantha's, latin kings, broken homes and shattered dreams
They gather in teams around jacob's ladder
Set up robots and make them scatter
Cops watch them on they tv cameras
They move in one manner
When the speak, rhinos stand up
Throw they hands up and make the cops take off they handcuffs
Other thugs thats trapped up in back of vans and the bus
On their way to riker's, am i enlighther?
It's now life, i'm put in ciphers
Ever since i was put in diapers
Over six million passengers ships from africa
After the jerusalem massacre
After king soloman we wore lavender
See the david from the slaveships
Now they call us africans 'cause or skin match with them
But that's a lot of foolish, so they can over rule us
[chorus 2]
[chorus 1: 2x]
[hell razah]
Knights at the square table, share bread at last supper
Lost seek to fulfill their prophecies, suffer
We discuss the proverbs in soloman's words
Livin in visions of daniel, revelation dreams
Hebrew kings choppin off the eagle wings
Second excellence, no more, sex, lies, drugs and pestilence
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Idol worshippers, blasphemers, thieves and murderers
Adulterers, holdin sexuals in land burglerers
New york city dressed pretty with 'lectricity
Blackout, computers shut down, 2000 assed out
Reset the internet chip, communication wit
Gabrielle in a spaceship, from a basement
Apocalypse child, wars any sore playground
Jews and gentles, fed generation x-files
Cuz me and wisdom got a loyal marriage
We not africans, indians nor we arabs
What?
[chorus 1: 4x]
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