The Rain

[Intro : Killah Priest] Uh, y'all remember?, nahmean? Everythin', strugglin', comin' up That's why I'm writin' to myself right now [Hook x2 : Killah Priest] Gotta make this come up, man Get that dough, do these shows Up late in studios Tell all these groupies no Not right now, gotta write down My life on paper, again Spend the night with gangsters Spend the night with strangers [Killah Priest] Feel the slice from a razor In my hood, niggas fight 'til they make up Shoot dice 'til they blaze up Po-nine come and chase us Through the streets, feel the slice on our faces So many nights in the cages So many fights, outrageous Niggas pullin' out gauges Bullets flyin' outrageous Better run, better duck, hit the pavement I'm outta luck, backed up by my payments Patience, runnin' out I'm all alone, with the gum in my mouth Pacin', back and forth I'm on the phone with my son and my spouse, thinkin' Of good times, jot down hood rhymes From the tour-bus to the corners, it's torture [Hook x2] [Killah Priest] Feels like I'm in danger Paranoid, slip one up in the chamber Had the gun in The Rain Cuz'of the pain, I'm a thug, do you blame us? I came up through the gang stuff On the train with the chain tucked Rings and a King Tut' Three-piece suits and a clean cut On a job search, better not get robbed first Situation gets a lot worse Percipitation is hard work Lost youths, no-one to talk to Sixteen-years old just jumped off the roof head first Could be the network Ghetto expert, devil network Another peer is dead in the dirt Another tear that I shed on my shirt Another beer that's spread on the earth Another year that I'm led by a hearse Come here I know that it hurts, and [Hook x2] [Main Flo] My nigga I know thieves that grow trees For the fours, for the dope, for the smoke and the four ki's Know niggas that throw ki's On the boat, with the dope, with the coke and the trophies Speed it up like ho please Big ballers, mo' cheese Goatees, 40 ounce of the OEs For the tons, to the ki's, to the pounds to the Oz's Bag it up for the lo-fi's Street hustlers toke weed, both Gs One time for the OGs, flip birds in OTs, dro' breeze Hot time for the low-cs Invest the proceeds, no peace Roll niggas in the opi's, for the scope, the soap The slope and the roast these Know bitches who take shit for the sake For the wake, for the snake, for the cake glist' Know bitches that make wits For the sake, the grape, the rape and the fake tits Speed it up 'fo the jake hits No time for baked bits Make hits, write down where the lake sits From the blocks, take trips to the lines, to the flake glist' Ride around in the '86 Why bredren hate tricks, lay chicks One time for the state picks, one time for eight bricks, great clicks Frontline for the state picks, all in my wavemix, stay fixed Main Flo gotta escape quick From the gate to the plate to the date to the matrix [Hook x2]