Yeah, take it back, in the days Late at night, ah shoot its damn near morning
From shootouts at block parties, from God Bodies That flooded the project lobbys, cold degrees Smokin weed, talkin 'bout the black and latin seeds Durags and universal flags They get defeated, almost bit the broken tree I recall, niggas who was nice in basketball Just as my nephew, he had a gift that was special But instead at least seein him with a scholarship I'm lookin at him in the funeral parlor and shit Life is a bitch, some go down, tryin to make it rich Some say "fuck it", and start takin shit Sometimes I wish, when bullets are sprayed, the fake niggas get hit When you lose something that you really love, is hard to replace it But we have to face it till the day we lay
[Chorus x2: Killah Priest] From niggas I've seen, places I've been Have my share of fake friends, ran with evil men Chillin with the snakes is a sin But through it all, I kept it real within
From the giggles of a murderer, or the hugs of a burglar So many faces tryin to read us, I need an interpreters In these dark dreams, where the car thieves lurk around the park, Jeeps, NARCs creep At night the sharks eat, streets is so cold As if they hearts don't beat From niggas with tanktops, yellin bank stop At night they fight like gang cops Wet eachother like rain drops And keep sinnin till the game stop Until there's no longer breathin Shit at last the soul is leavin Tryin to escape this life is a difficult task
To the little niggas on the corner holdin their dicks Rollin in clicks, had to get control in their strips I ain't provin shit, bad asses cuttin classes You need your ass split, maybe that will save you from that casket And I copped the blast quick, with young black males of black bastard See those niggas who trigger happy? Maybe they will take the lives of mad niggas' daddy I know it sound harsh, but I gotta kick it like this And I don't give a fuck if you don't like it and your ass walk around here lifeless Trust me, I know it, you say I'm psychic When the order hits its gonna be a crisis And believe me, I ain't gonna be concerned who's the nicest We made a crack sale, away the next fighters When you look up and see that sky lit, you will know Christ lives So until the next time, or if there is one Check for the jewel, I left deep in your eardrum Be aware, and stay awake, because we got to watch the snakes
Know I'm sayin? We gotta wake up motherfuckers For all my motherfuckin, gigantic army And just, you know, being together The sky looks like Coney Black, nigga