Killah Priest - How Much lyrics

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Providence of the bad guys, Mob bosses

The street gangsters let the corpse fly

Over the corpse cover with flies

Minister bribes the wives

Sinister smile with lies

In this drug trade benevolence is key

King - drops the medicines

No evidence from D's, everything else is capable

Unless it's inescapable

Bad days, we'll make it thru

Never hesitate, the street will resonate

The guns will detonate

The fake and the snake

The hood will legislate

The letters to the states

Or the goons under the moons

Ramen noodle platoons

Half gorilla, half baboon

Tattoos paint the skin

The hood sanctioning

Crook dudes and Satan comes again

How much do we really know?

Streets is busy yo

Anti or pro?

Which way we go

The question or the answer?

Shit is serious as cancer

I'm just tellin' you yo

Yo!

Digital thugs in hieroglyphical slugs in the pictures we love

The internet respect or blood, download, pounds of dro

Compact gats and rounds of blow

Recorder of the slaughter bullets holds the footage

D's scan the faces in their booklets

Before they start booking

Child outlet, was Malcolm X house arrest?

Now his heart beats outside of his chest

My verse is holy water that I'm dousing

On hands of ascended gangsters

My pen's the painter, words in the chamber

Wind blow cold over the souls of hot head

Shots is spread on those phony

Some are locked or get dead, over doe homie