Masta k**a - Eat Ya Food lyrics

[Chorus 2X: 12 O'Clock] KP, Wu-Tang (see), Brooklyn Zu Wit k**a on this track, we'll crush your crew It's just like chess, think before you move Don't make it your last move, we'll eat your food [Shorty sh**stain] I'm my own creation, and I mastered my tongue They not ready for the butcher, son Call me jetter home wrecker, but I cannot wreck ya home You wreck your own home, and now your girl wanna bone I guess she wanna rock and roll wit a stallion Them BK n***as always wilding What ya'll thought that New York was gone? But I was in the country, banging those 808's, now facts [12 O'Clock] My style's like Gladys and the Pips Patti LaBelle and David Ruffin from the Tempts Patron and the kush got me bent, it make no sense In my pocket is dough, in your, it's lint I done seen more p**y than that white boy Larry Flynt I bought my sh**, you pay rent Plus the bracelet on my arm, n***a, cost ten cent And I borrowed a couple chains from Miss Ateen Sagrent [Chorus 2X] [k**ah Priest] I'm cool as ice on the mic, make the world ignite So nice on the dice, hit cee-lo twice Kilo slice, weed blow illegal life Squeeze chrome, needles, pipes, with peepholes Egos fight, desert eagle light Keep hoes at a febel price Priest, the pharaoh of the ghetto In all boroughs, life and thorough Live from a rebel, fire from the devil [Buddha Monk] My life post wit twin ghost, delete chumps, deep ghost Plus heat toast, stay street code and eat souls Try to stay right, but I'm labeled I'm a Black Knight I just might take life by end of the night Take the gangsta Zu banger from the Dirt Dog Chamber Slugs stopped then your Timb boots is getting a' scuffed If you need it, I got it, you want it, come and get it, listen My heat is an option, man, and you gon' be leaking [Chorus 2X] [Masta k**a] Yo, you see the universal flag, design a wicked sword swing Thoughts connect, see banging flows keeping you wet For all the ladies, this may apply, she fly Like Bedstuy, see k**a talk, East New York Where heads fly, stay high off the best sh** Thinking you can test it, the humbleness got you f**ed up To run up, and now you've become my enemy, no kin in me Penalty for ways and acts, if you offend me Ladies grab your man up in the party Freak to the words I speak, I be the crew Chief RZA Rah spinning the beat, summer heat Got 'em bugging on the street, to teach the unciviled I'm held responsible to build before I k** something Voice of the people, I reap the terrible cla**ic None equal to the truth I build With the microphone sk** [Chorus 4X]