Killah Priest - Minds lyrics

rate me

Cowards die, dozens of death

The man recovers, live like the best

I know it feels good when you get shit off ya chest

I tell my niggas, hustle hard

Eyes up, niggas scared to rest

Want more, fuck the less

Life's good, stay off stress

The rise of star, yeah I bump next

Recognize real, you betta respect

Kid, I blast at ya pussy ass

A person neva asks questions

Hammers and drugs, I call it like the thugs

Y'all call it criminal of weapon

You just a bitch ass, kiss ass, and keep steppin'

You can't do nothin' positive

Twist ya fingers up and bang

And keep reppin', poverty, King's and fiery

I'm just hood, I told myself to change

That was a lie to me, back in the hood was rockin' my G

On the block, boots on, shoes on, a hoodie

Screamin' "Who's flyer then me? "

Blood in my mouth, schemers, screamin' "Who's higher then me? "

West Coast love, I'm East side King

Ridin' strapped with that thing-thing

A nigga ain't lookin' for beef

Where's the ginseng? My dun go ching-ching mothafucka

I defend the hood when I rhyme

You can't blame my niggas for being ignorant blind

Then enslave 'em, throw 'em in the hood and see what they gon' find

Fuck that, we gon' grind

No studyin', shit's been programmed in our mind

We been poppin' since the hours and minutes before time

Don't put on your top, you gon' see the real meanin' of the word crime

I tell my niggas the sky's the limit

The world is yours, cause I know that shit is mines

I still scream FTW, until we takin' back I'm ridin' with a fuckin' nine

Packs of goons and we in line, lion wild, livin', writin' wild

This is the prince; watch you hear the sound of a gun go blaow!

You missin' and then you'll get found

Holes in your chest, in the lake somewhere drowned

Now I'm watchin' on the news

Laughin' at 'em cause he was a fool and a clown

Think before you diss the man who wears the crown

Cause real shit is gon' down, black

Don't diss a boy who guzzle yact, and spit deep crack

Fall back before you get attacked

Fuck gun, hands break ya back

And on the lyrical tip, niggas is wack

Kick rocks, the shit is mines, straight like that

Mothafuckas