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Hard Times

Killah Priest

View From Masada

2000

[Killah Priest]
The prophecies of a poor man end on a train
Take his last breath
Slumps over drops his last bit of change
A mother pacing by her

that love this gangsta shit.
You knew we wouldn't disappoint y'all.
Every hood, every project.
This from New Orleans one of the realest cities on Earth.

Died and Came Back

UTP

The Compilation

2002

5 dollars I'ma fight for
My sisters only 12 and she's pregnant wit a baby
My brothers goin' ta jail and my momma's going crazy
I'm all by myself,

I go hand and hand with bears, in the land of squares
Victim of the projects, I missionary my sex
She want it from the back, but I need love I need

we speak these gums then we cock it
The heat rocket now we these sons that bleed stop it
cint a man in a three piece lying in the street
With his hands

Ladies  and gentlemen
I  hope this project is timeless
Forever shit
That's all any writer can just hope for
Welcome  to ATJ
In  Accordance to Jimmy

Chorus

New York know I'm crazy
Dem disrespect
So kill him and him lady
Can't find the punk so stab up him little baby
I'm from di city where nigers

some people dont know how to project pain
I say look that mf dead in the eye, listen
If you could see what I'm going thru, pain in my eyez,my heart

projects but I fuck with Taven
And dat Street Gossip prolly what a nigga banging
Im just tryna block the whip like im tired o slavery
One in the head fully

could say it all nonsense
I say money's not object
Fill up my life with projects
Fill up my wallet and I flex
By giving back to the real ones
Who been

you’re there over and over again

You’re my one and only homie you complete me
You bring the class to the street. Forever my lady
Leaving makes me crazy

project, a brother on the brink
In the ghetto ultimate it's tiger electronics
Sucker faded playing by the book
I'm subatomic baby up to no good
We lean, we

(Yung Lan on the track!)

How you doing ladies and gentlemen?
I go by the name of Blac Yougsta
I rep them three letters C-M-G
And I name this

Big Ballin

Big Tymers

Cash Money Records Platinum Hits, Vol. 1 [Video/DVD]

2002

I told ya fuckin' ass I be back 
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'

Of these maybes
Way before this rapping 
I was fucking hella ladies
Half of them were hoes 
And the thought 
Of it is crazy
Dark skinned
Caramels 
And a few

Pushing the goods it a earliest to the east... I may do my thing but it's worth it these city streets...

Couldn't believe my eyes the first time I

toys
Big dog
Tear em up and then spit em out
Ain't no features on this project
Ill do it all by myself

I was feelin good today
80 degrees with breeze

bring you drama like SCREAM, had ya lady waiting
Hanging by the trees, with the Matrix, like vodka on vacation
We still aiming, you taste it, stainless

Movas & Shakers

Inspectah Deck

Uncontrolled Substance

1999

This goes out to all my niggas
Spendin' they last on gas, grass and ass
And to all my ladies playin' in bars free drinks
And shit push it up, push

need no vodka
They doin' Charlie Sheen just to keep a Big Papa
Hip-hop blood
No I'ma pimp by blood
I make hole in the street fillin' the back a the club

me get my hand on the dice
All my life, nine out of ten involved in the heist
Only for ayallytes with the target sliced
Now the parasite blined by your

Project Love

Sunz of Man

Freedom of Speech

2004

locked up and dead baby fathers, over lady heartaches
We play with automatics and revolvers
I know chain robbers could of been Vince Carters
Can't

all my street niggas make it out
Your name on the bullet, it's written sloppy can you make it out
Luck is a lady, I hope you making out
She told me

just need to eat
I can't take it no more it's like life in the street
Got my hands shaking
Stressed out for cess
This rap is like coke
My mother