k**ah Priest - Vengeance (feat. Ras Ka**) lyrics

(feat. Ras Ka**) [Intro: k**ah Priest] Yeah... Priesthood again, k**ah Priest Proverbs, the whole unit, Savoy up in here You [k**ah Priest] n***a wanna front, get him with the pump Bag a body up, on back of the truck Whoever this, ain't hear from since Beretta's spit, then I'm off in the trench Once the head spit, dust off my prints Bullet wounds left more than an inch Six in him and four in his b**h Ya'll should just stop and just call it quits Only gonna end up in the morgue or the ditch When I start rhyming, put my all in it I ain't got time for no baller sh** One clip, take a n***a to the exit Pray that he meet d**h quick Poison body like asbestos Shot him when the tech spit At the same time, aim nines, canine [Chorus 2X: k**ah Priest, Ras Ka**] So what ya'll want, dog, what's the deal? I ain't got, nothin' for ya'll, but lots of steel I ain't, runnin' from ya'll got shots to peel I ain't, fallin' cuz ya'll, cuz my heart stays real [Ras Ka**] Yeah, looky here, ain't no crooky here Punk pumps no fear or Kool-Aid Pump sh** the opposite of what you feel, f** what you say Wanna see me trapped (uh-huh), f**ed in the game (okay) Locked up in the pen, or, caught by the flames Nah, caught up by the same thing, Glock to your brain chain Maintainin' these strange days, pains, what this fame brings But how you gon' stand out, with your hand out, beggin' like a b**h Expect me to do you a favor, and get you rich f*ggot, I don't owe you sh**, so quit, don't show you sh** Except, when I'm makin' sure you, who spit Either it's this microphone click, either way that go is a hit So please believe, thanks to gullies and get gats, so easily [Chorus w/ k**ah Priest ad-libs] [k**ah Priest] n***a still wanna beef with court police Your code on the streets, is backwards, man As we hold heat, put holes in your jeep n***a, what you preach, you should practice and This gat in my hand put you back in the land Six feet deep sleep, eternal, they sold heat in inferno Watch your body drop while your soul leaps external Bullet pop like Three's Company did to Colonel I gotta taste for war, that's why I lick shots And hate for ya'll, bigger than hip hop, n***a stop Ya'll not street, ya'll not Priest, ya'll not Ras, ya'll straight trash [Chorus 2X] [Outro: k**ah Priest] Yeah, k**ah Priest, Ras Ka** For you and yours, from the force, the Horse That's right ("the wicked"), 2002, 2003, whatever What it's gon' be... pop off