k**ah Priest - We Live This lyrics

[Intro: ~Hell Razah~ (k**ah Priest)] (Yeah) Yo Priest? (What up, son?)* Yo, three days ago, son, they just locked up homey, son (word?) He try'nna get out, made bail and sh** (ah man) So we gotta grind, get all our n***as out of there (yeah, tell them) n***as getting three months for weed clips, Bloomberg is bugging the f** out Knowhatimsaying, yo the Maccabee rebels, throw your M's up Ride out, time to step out the hide out, in the project Yeah, all my DJ's for banging this sh** right there Ya'll gon' get mad hood love and respect, homey, word up, yeah [Hell Razah] I'm in the hood, where it's cracks and guns, that's where I stack my funds Blowing that 'dro, that'll collapse your lungs He ain't blowing til his casket come, til his fam in the black By the alter, and the pastors done I'm where the dogs love to k**, for they master's crumb She only 22, son, and got two baby daddy's f**ing with them Arab n***as, driving cabbies Writing Dear Abby, while the young is so nasty They holla at me, from Red Hook back to Cali In white t-shirts, Chuck Taylor's and blue khaki's Get money like we IRS, we came to tax/collect We want ya'll credit cards, cash or checks Fix your eyebrow, watch it, it's Maccabee style Hell Raze', 718, press redial BK, be the borough with the best freestyle And we them live a** n***as, you ain't see in a while [Chorus 2X: k**ah Priest] We live this, it's our life Til this world pa**es over, and they say goodnight [k**ah Priest] As the night falls over project, the moon appears like a souvenier For scramblers, who moving hand guns Hammers blow, I pray God protects they soul Bodies turn up in hospitals, like vegetable d**h's a toll, we cross with caution, drug extortion Thug abortion, the iron horses Is our only sources, crying, no remorses I draw a hood portrait, with crayons of chaos Graveyards are packed, with all of my people Lord help Mr. Bush when I draw the eagle I'm for the people, by the people The ghetto, is not helpful, so stressful, like d**h row Preacher says a prayer, then it's off to the chair I wanna k** 'em all, cuz it's war, it ain't fair They gave us guns with six shots, that's why I grab two Glocks Then let off twelve for my nation The combination of hell, embraced by crack addicts Trapped on this atlas, religion's all backwards Blame the president or your pastor Priest Maccabee, I flip on tracks like trampolines Two M-16's, til the whole White House is covered in gasoline Palms up, knees bent, face the East... Let's say our prayer... [Chorus to fade]