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[Intro: Killah Priest] Cheeba cheeba y'all (uh) Cheeba cheeba y'all, don't stop Yo... yo, yo [Chorus 2X: Killah Priest] Get that money, money, money, y'all, yeah Support the struggle with your hustle, y'all, yeah We need enough guns, nuff funds, nuff weed Till y'all could burn, listen till our sadeed [William Cooper] I show both sides of the coin, we angels with dirty faces Some say the love the wicked, more deadly than the hatred Life's a bitch, so just face it (face it) When out of control, that mouth piece is dangerous Know when to put the clamp on, chill out, put ya breaks on You better watch the tone, if you wanna keep your face on Be all knowledge, that's pursuit of wisdom Give me the word, guy, I waste them dirty, tray eight, lace them With no fingerprint traces, I flatline your airtime You'll be suprised on what's heard on the grapevine My box cutter don't stutter, sirens bring handcuffs Believe me, that's hood life, time's is rough Ya'll lady luck, like Deebo, stack chains with your necks Flex muscle, got a strong arm for corporate checks Gem Star the Regime, Black Market, the movement Like, look and he deliver, we eatin' your food, man [Chorus 2X] [Killah Priest] It's the Market, the projects again It's that hard shit, that God is within I pick up pens, and put them to lens So y'all can see crystal clear, it's official, we here Black Market, the God sick, watch us pay homage Priest, Trag', both gettin' massages by Dime pieces, the rhyme thesis The mind eases, the nine releases Punk police, we police our own hood Brownsville, Queensbridge, move around like wolves Can't forget, Gates Ave., taking a cab Up late in the lab, I'm finished, you take it Trag' [Tragedy Khadafi] Yeah, is it the struggle, it's the hustle music on the juggle I spit it for black babies, just to show you that I love you Little Assata's, little Malcolm's, little Mandela's Make fun of your skin color, that's because they really jealous The full lips and wide noses on the realest soldiers It's way they despise us, and they just really oppose us Now I ain't racist, I'm just tryin' tell you what the case is Feelin' discrimination, when I walk in different places But I'm the truth, and I'm a king and God told me so I translated the greatest, so that the babies know And to my women, y'all are queens, and we gon' win I love y'all hair, I love y'all face, I love y'all brown skin I love y'all most, because you stand behind us black men [Chorus 2X]
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