[Intro: Hell Razah (Timbo King) {Killah Priest}] Uh.. Maccabeez Ridaz... (M's up) Smoke that weed... (Buddha ya background) {Yeah} (It's Killah Priest) {Right here) (Hell Razah, Timbo King) {Yo yo... what you feel like?}
[Timbo King] Yo we might look like the type to smoke Phillies Drink with the big Willies, what's really hood? See me with my project teams, associated To the bartender to send more wine, got more money on my mind M's up, gotta ride for my homies inside, know it's lonely inside A fetish for that green lettuce, no tomatoes Trips to Barbados, Caribbean sands Maccabeez, yeah you heard of my fam We the chosen, Begets frozen, King Solomon jewels Squeeze the rose from the garden of love, my sweet nectar This is just a part of my thug, I gotta sex ya Between the sheets, now it's back to the streets Cuz I'm a ladies man, an eighties fan I'm 'bout to spent eighty grand on baby's hand And that's nothing, it's Maccabeez Internash
[Chorus: Timbo King] When we step up in the club everybody's eyes on we The DJ's shouting out our name, we them top celebri-G's All the ladies looking good, from their head straight down to their feet We them thugs that throw them slugs, screaming out we're Maccabeez
[Killah Priest] Rest ya head on the shoulder a soldier Right with me, this cool world getting colder, it's over Potion to the troubled times, and I'm going, drawing loops to the day Cuz I'm out on the grind, can't you see that I love ya mind? And ya body from behind, you could see what I want where the Sun don't shine, I could teach ya how to load these shells Or I'd rather be on the beach walking next to seashells Very versatile, I could make it worth ya while Ride with me, we can enjoy the lights of the city Can I hit that from the back? Slide up in ya like the clip in my gat I love the way that you sip on that 'gnac And I need ya, you need to get with this Mac You say I'm too militant, I say you're too innocent The world is cruel and ignorant...
[Chorus]
[Hell Razah] What up ma'? You looking righteous You bring life to the dead like you blessed with the body of Isis Give me ya hand, they ain't tell you I'm psychic? Huh? Read minds and could tell a few price lists We on the grind 'til they cut on that light switch And got chicks hopping up in that white six Banana clips if ya feeling you might trip Homies who don't slip get rich and be easy We on the grind in here with Febreezy Y'all ho's wanna be where The Maccabeez be We turn the bar into V.I.P. She wanna fuck after B.I.G. Out the club with me, love access from N.Y.C. I told her go and get a college degree before she ever want to swallow my seeds or get a dollar from me, I'm a Maccabee G, baby
[Chorus w/ ad-libs]
[Hook x2: Killah Priest] Tuck ya jewelry, fuck security Tuck ya jewelry... cuz it might get snatched
[Chorus w/ ad-libs]
[Outro: Killah Priest (Timbo King)] The camera's still on? Yeah... (that's a hit) Yeah I know... (that's it!)
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Copy to Clipboard: [Intro: Hell Razah (Timbo King) {Killah Priest}] Uh.. Maccabeez Ridaz... (M's up) Smoke that weed... (Buddha ya background) {Yeah} (It's Killah Priest) {Right here) (Hell Razah, Timbo King) {Yo yo... what you feel like?}
[Timbo King] Yo we might look like the type to smoke Phillies Drink with the big Willies, what's really hood? See me with my project teams, associated To the bartender to send more wine, got more money on my mind M's up, gotta ride for my homies inside, know it's lonely inside A fetish for that green lettuce, no tomatoes Trips to Barbados, Caribbean sands Maccabeez, yeah you heard of my fam We the chosen, Begets frozen, King Solomon jewels Squeeze the rose from the garden of love, my sweet nectar This is just a part of my thug, I gotta sex ya Between the sheets, now it's back to the streets Cuz I'm a ladies man, an eighties fan I'm 'bout to spent eighty grand on baby's hand And that's nothing, it's Maccabeez Internash
[Chorus: Timbo King] When we step up in the club everybody's eyes on we The DJ's shouting out our name, we them top celebri-G's All the ladies looking good, from their head straight down to their feet We them thugs that throw them slugs, screaming out we're Maccabeez
[Killah Priest] Rest ya head on the shoulder a soldier Right with me, this cool world getting colder, it's over Potion to the troubled times, and I'm going, drawing loops to the day Cuz I'm out on the grind, can't you see that I love ya mind? And ya body from behind, you could see what I want where the Sun don't shine, I could teach ya how to load these shells Or I'd rather be on the beach walking next to seashells Very versatile, I could make it worth ya while Ride with me, we can enjoy the lights of the city Can I hit that from the back? Slide up in ya like the clip in my gat I love the way that you sip on that 'gnac And I need ya, you need to get with this Mac You say I'm too militant, I say you're too innocent The world is cruel and ignorant...
[Chorus]
[Hell Razah] What up ma'? You looking righteous You bring life to the dead like you blessed with the body of Isis Give me ya hand, they ain't tell you I'm psychic? Huh? Read minds and could tell a few price lists We on the grind 'til they cut on that light switch And got chicks hopping up in that white six Banana clips if ya feeling you might trip Homies who don't slip get rich and be easy We on the grind in here with Febreezy Y'all ho's wanna be where The Maccabeez be We turn the bar into V.I.P. She wanna fuck after B.I.G. Out the club with me, love access from N.Y.C. I told her go and get a college degree before she ever want to swallow my seeds or get a dollar from me, I'm a Maccabee G, baby
[Chorus w/ ad-libs]
[Hook x2: Killah Priest] Tuck ya jewelry, fuck security Tuck ya jewelry... cuz it might get snatched
[Chorus w/ ad-libs]
[Outro: Killah Priest (Timbo King)] The camera's still on? Yeah... (that's a hit) Yeah I know... (that's it!)
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