Must B Tha Music

[Intro: Killah Priest] Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, uh-uh, uh, S.O.M., baby It's that time, for the shorties Yeah, yeah, power to the music Word up, 2000, one time [Killah Priest] Shorty wanna be a thug, only 14, sellin drugs Wind up in the court pleadin to the judge Or outside on the pavement, bleedin cuz He got hit by a bullet, now he need blood In the ambulance didn't have a chance to weed a slug Type of shit that even it does, put a spell on us Puff an L on the corner, or in cuffs in jail wit the lawyers But in this hell, I'm a warrior, struggler, straight hustler Do you feel me? [60 Second Assassin] Bluck, bluck, bluck, this to all you lamesters Reppin now and respect to my gangsta Watch ya move son, wettin ya crates Wit the triple drum base in ya face, takin ya case 60 Sec. rats in ya face, it's all foreplayin, don't Get it wet in this place 'Sassins like, fella ain't lease this train Don't make me have to leak this place, I'd rather lead the way Drop about a seed a day, got sunshine on a bleedin day Kill about 3 or 4 beats a day, rush plus brush, ready for play Catalog shit, day for day, bust a murder murder rate away [Chorus: 60 Second Assassin (Hell Razah)] +Must B Tha Music+ (Why we run the streets wild) +Must B Tha Music+ (Make us pull our guns out) +Must B Tha Music+ (I can bust in her mouth) +Must B Tha Music+ (Got us all thugged out) [Hell Razah] Dice games by the coke spot, niggas love shit he don't got He get chased off is own block, on parole for that white gold A young man wit a old soul, in his project +Hell Hole+ We don't care about no clothes, you can die by that pay phone You're best bet is to stay home, young chicks wanna get boned A little dick make 'em get grown, even the rich get a tombstone We all die in the flesh, son, bleed blood and through wet guns Get money and respect comes, got respect and connect comes Get rich, next death comes, ya don't wanna come test and son We stay strapped by the left lungs, we don't care where you rep from Sniff this 'til you get numb, hold ya head cuz we ain't done [Prodigal Sunn] Run the streets, thugs hold heat in they feet Soul you reap, hot slugs eat through meat Roll wit four deep, two in the crease, soak neat Trophy, smoke and eat, soul physique Code of the block, is that gold bars a prop Sold base, rock steamers for them caps and top Hip Hop, drip from the lip of the Glock Grick shop, all day long we burn rock Industry rap, chemistry empty the gat Sun of Man yo, never to run, we slum cats Yeah word up, you know how we do [Chorus] [Outro: 60 Second Assassin] +Must B Tha Music+ Our shit is hot to the daylight Sunz keep it moving all through the night It ain't a party if we can't get it right Just keep it moving all through the night +Must B Tha Music+, +Must B Tha Music+ That's turning you on +Must B Tha Music+, +Must B Tha Music+ I can't go...