[Killah Priest]

Killah Priest, Son One

Doe Boy, M-80, this how we do it

Yo, fuzzie weed mixed with rosary beads

So I can puff and blow tails of coke sales

Smoke L's with the devil laughing

Assassin's blowing out gray horoscopes

That tells tomorrow hopes as caskets

Gun blasting, ratchets, tats across the abdomen

Vatican, pass the gin, flash the gems

On the neck - skeleton diamonds

Felons - secrete indictments

Priest - I'm held as the highest

With vivid raps

Y'all took from the hood now give it back

Brothers saying this and that

I'm just sitiin' back, relaxing

Kicking facts, counting Jackson's

Relax, living the Solomistic, hieroglyphics

That hydro twisted, this is dead souls revival lyrics

Praise the Lord, raise the sword, engage in war

The roads are paved before me

Chant my name in glory

(Chorus) M-80

Hustlin', grindin'

Re-up put work on consignment

Then cash in

My clientele is swell

I flood the streets like the sewers let loose

Know my name rings bells in the game

'Cause I'm the truth

Keep hustlin', grindin'

Re-up put work on consignment

Then cash in

My clientele is swell

I flood the streets like the sewers let loose

Know my name rings bells in the game

Cuz I'm the truth, keep hustlin'

[Doe Boy]

I was born a hustler, I'ma die a hustler

I only ride with hustlers, by my side's a hustler

Got the mind of a hustler, soul of a king

You can't drink from this bowl if you wearing my ring

Those that live by the gun gonna die by the bing (pop)

I'm making deals with the devil; I can buy you a dream

I've seen murder scenes, hoes get done

Snitches face down in a puddle of blood

Swept under a rug (shh) and covered with dirt

As tears fall from the eyes of a mother that's hurt

I've got blood in my ride and mud on my shirt

Yet we both gotta die rather you go first

Shit

Just lit a blunt once it's done, I'm leaving

Going back to my block 'cause my block needs me

I'm always on the clock, get money while I'm sleeping

I guess I'll stop while this beat's still breathing

Good eating

(Chorus) M-80

[Son One]

I know losing her base, no plans for the trouble

One shot, won't pump fake, one hand on the metal thing

Dance with the devil

Never ran when they clash with a clan full of rebels

The beef's unsettled, I'd say

Keep hustlin', the weak keep struggling

Son High Chief good trees stay puffing

Born where the hammers blaze

Games I don't care to play

I write cause my words bear gifts like Santa came

I do my thing-thing, trying to stack a couple bundles

Get acquainted with Benjamin's, staying on the humble

We just getting over, ends overlapping

Trying to see the lavish life while this doe is stacking

High enough, times is tough, plus the grind is rough

Keep your mouth wired shut when the roller's riding up

Cause it's all or nothing, nothing equals death

Death is called the cousin of sleep

So live for something, peace!

(Chorus) M-80