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Guru - In Here lyrics

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(feat. Black Jesus, Killah Priest, Timbo King)

[Intro: Timbo King]

Yo.. +In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here+

+In Here+, yo, yo...

[Chorus 1: Timbo King]

You can smoke +In Here+, get loc'd +In Here+

Wanna bubble? Got raw coke +In Here+

Fucky fucky, bitches sellin' ass +In Here+

Got all my niggas up +In Here+

[Timbo King]

Eh-yo, fight like _Cats and Dogs_, rats and hogs

Watered down Naia shit, Niagara Falls

The nut buster, bust nuts at bitches' walls

Ricochet, watch it bounce off like kid-neys

The Y-chromosome, +Young God+ own a home

Picture my son _Home Alone_, I'm spittin' fome on a cordless phone

My valium's high, Dark Denim's on, you can ask Karl Kani

Attract urban cells, Colt .45 shells

Shotti shells, seashells in Fort Lauderdale

I love hella right, always smellin' right

Equester you my shit, fuck an express overnight

I'm from Poverty-ville, probably will

Cuz the prob' remain nothin', that's all, my revolver still

kick fast, corporate thugs learn to kick back

Used to eat three-hundred thousands off a mis-pack

of crills, who you know could back a deal

quicker than you can say, "Yo, crack can kill"?

Murder one, catch a body off of self-defence

My mic rinse be my evidence

Yo, eh-yo, Royale, +Purple Rain+, what's my hood?

Y'all too easy to break, like plywood

Get high, Mr. Magic fly Tai wood

It's 'Bo King hood rhymes, up to no good

It's 'Bo King hood rhymes, up to no good {*echoes*}

[Chorus 2: all]

You can ill +In Here+, we can build +In Here+

We can spit gifts, kick real skills +In Here+

You can drink +In Here+, who you think's +In Here+?

God body with the shottis, when you blink, we're here

[Killah Priest]

Yo, poverty stricken, robbery, guns be clickin'

Forever burnin' in the furnace of afflication

Overdose and drug addictions, thugs who judged by the system

will suck the blood of the victims

Sacreligious, savage trapped in prison

Adapt the wisdom, they sit back and listen

to the old-timers, the beast out the clothes liners

Bullets claim the lives of miners, and 9-to-5ers

The nine'll find ya, in the line of fire

Skies turn black, I could see your soul, touch a ghost

Drag you through the holes, spit out blue fire

My heart turns cold, never stay true to liars

Imprint marks in your robe, I see black smoke

Dark clouds, I talk to ghosts

I spaz out when my spirit recharge like a volt

Electric eyes open up, ya could see the ebony skies {*echoes*}

[Guru a/k/a Bald Head Slick]

From hot corners to hotter chicks, hoopties to hotter whips

Spit hollow-tip shit like Black Fist at the Olympics

For heartless cowards, time to meet your darkest hour

Allah reps power, one of these fours'll give you lead showers

Faint whispers of hoes schemin' to dis-robe your clothes

Catch you for your platinum, if not, for your white gold

It's all about the code that we were taught to behold

Although the world may be rugged, fuck it, we're thuggin' to soul

Whether it's straight rapin' a hoe to straight makin' the dough

It ain't worth it if you can interpret, yo

Understandin', calls for the best plannin'

Son just copped the best cannons, so y'all best throw ya hand in

Standin' on the mountain top like Martin Luther

Rap tutor, no doubt, tap you the fuck out like Zab Judah

The promised land, here, ain't nuttin' promised, man

Just know how to tell a thief from an honest man

[Black Jesus]

For the love of the link I spit in your face

Gimme some space, the Lord assure to be on your tape

See we kill for pleasure, you war veter's and I hate your guts

In any weather we can get it on and fuck you up

Livin' it up, you got big guns, enough jewels

Had ass before the cash, y'all niggas playin' the fool

Breakin' the rules, I put you where the sun don't shine

Buried alive, my nines make a walnut rhyme

Feelin' me, son? We all about revealin' the gun

Acknowledge the God and know this ain't no one-on-one

It's us on y'all, you posin' wit ya back on the wall

Ready to fall, no mercy when we cut off your balls

Can you picture bein' food for the worms, gaspin' for air?

You learned the hard way, not to come unprepared

See we sacrifice the weak, don't speak unless you spoken to

Evaluate your life, dog, cuz your blood'll merk you

[Chorus 2]

[Hook: Timbo King (all)]

+In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here+ (Where? Where? Where?)

+In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here+ (Where? Where? Where?)

+In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here+ (Where? Where? Where?)

Yo, all my niggas up +In Here+

[Chorus 1]

[Hook]

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