(Hook) 2x What makes you so sure you not gon' die when ya enemies ride? For me it's pride, till the end I know the truth keeps me alive
[Killah Priest] I'm on the freeway speedin', the judges gave me a reason Daddy Rose; they said they keep him So I plan to get even, they got me and my team on defense No justice, we ain't leavin', Impala engine Chevy LT 1's Squeezin' the gun, yeah I'ma get even for son G hyphen C I P L E, hear that name, fear night niggas feel jail keys Make hell freeze, blood trail leads What could you tell G's? Bell please, light up an L for me Then get the M-16, yo 2nd grade Led'll spray till they say "Let us pray" Then split separate ways, get back to the hideout What y'all waitin' for, niggas ride out See I do it for my niggas and y'all do it for me
(Hook) 2x
[Killah Priest] I'm like T.I., look at all the guns I brung From out my beehive, which is in the slums I'm from Since I was knee-high, if you had gun I swung And I hit hard, so kids whip tar Nowadays I spit bars till I zip to the stars But don't get it twisted; tho I deal wit the physics You can still get wit the biscuit Tho I'm mystique but real And scientific, kick truth you can feel That's that G/Ciple, just that G title will get you status Your crew's cross paths, but now cross wit the baddest Everybody who betrayed Thought the devil was gon' get you play You played ya self, we true warriors over here You degrade ya self, upgrade ya self Don't eva let real cats see you do that again We got knowledge and street scholars We really live this life, we don't just rap about it
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Copy to Clipboard: (Hook) 2x What makes you so sure you not gon' die when ya enemies ride? For me it's pride, till the end I know the truth keeps me alive
[Killah Priest] I'm on the freeway speedin', the judges gave me a reason Daddy Rose; they said they keep him So I plan to get even, they got me and my team on defense No justice, we ain't leavin', Impala engine Chevy LT 1's Squeezin' the gun, yeah I'ma get even for son G hyphen C I P L E, hear that name, fear night niggas feel jail keys Make hell freeze, blood trail leads What could you tell G's? Bell please, light up an L for me Then get the M-16, yo 2nd grade Led'll spray till they say "Let us pray" Then split separate ways, get back to the hideout What y'all waitin' for, niggas ride out See I do it for my niggas and y'all do it for me
(Hook) 2x
[Killah Priest] I'm like T.I., look at all the guns I brung From out my beehive, which is in the slums I'm from Since I was knee-high, if you had gun I swung And I hit hard, so kids whip tar Nowadays I spit bars till I zip to the stars But don't get it twisted; tho I deal wit the physics You can still get wit the biscuit Tho I'm mystique but real And scientific, kick truth you can feel That's that G/Ciple, just that G title will get you status Your crew's cross paths, but now cross wit the baddest Everybody who betrayed Thought the devil was gon' get you play You played ya self, we true warriors over here You degrade ya self, upgrade ya self Don't eva let real cats see you do that again We got knowledge and street scholars We really live this life, we don't just rap about it
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