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Correct In Here (Feat. Timbo King, Killah Priest &… Lyrics
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F/ Black Jesus, Killah Priest, Timbo King [Intro: Timbo King] Yo.. +In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here+ +In Here+, yo, yo... [Chorus 1: Timbo King] You can smoke +In Here+, get loc'd +In Here+ Wanna bubble? Got raw coke +In Here+ Fucky fucky, bitches sellin' ass +In Here+ Got all my niggas up +In Here+ [Timbo King] Eh-yo, fight like _Cats and Dogs_, rats and hogs Watered down Naia shit, Niagara Falls The nut buster, bust nuts at bitches' walls Ricochet, watch it bounce off like kid-neys The Y-chromosome, +Young God+ own a home Picture my son _Home Alone_, I'm spittin' fome on a cordless phone My valium's high, Dark Denim's on, you can ask Karl Kani Attract urban cells, Colt. 45 shells Shotti shells, seashells in Fort Lauderdale I love hella right, always smellin' right Equester you my shit, fuck an express overnight I'm from Poverty-ville, probably will Cuz the prob' remain nothin', that's all, my revolver still Kick fast, corporate thugs learn to kick back Used to eat three-hundred thousands off a mis-pack Of crills, who you know could back a deal Quicker than you can say, "Yo, crack can kill"? Murder one, catch a body off of self-defence My mic rinse be my evidence Yo, eh-yo, Royale, +Purple Rain+, what's my hood? Y'all too easy to break, like plywood Get high, Mr. Magic fly Tai wood It's 'Bo King hood rhymes, up to no good It's 'Bo King hood rhymes, up to no good {*echoes* [Chorus 2: all] You can I'll +In Here+, we can build +In Here+ We can spit gifts, kick real skills +In Here+ You can drink +In Here+, who you think's +In Here+? God body with the shottis, when you blink, we're here [Killah Priest] Yo, poverty stricken, robbery, guns be clickin' Forever burnin' in the furnace of afflication Overdose and drug addictions, thugs who judged by the system Will suck the blood of the victims Sacreligious, savage trapped in prison Adapt the wisdom, they sit back and listen To the old-timers, the beast out the clothes liners Bullets claim the lives of miners, and 9-to-5ers The nine'll find ya, in the line of fire Skies turn black, I could see your soul, touch a ghost Drag you through the holes, spit out blue fire My heart turns cold, never stay true to liars Imprint marks in your robe, I see black smoke Dark clouds, I talk to ghosts I spaz out when my spirit recharge like a volt Electric eyes open up, ya could see the ebony skies {*echoes* [Guru a/k/a Bald Head Slick] From hot corners to hotter chicks, hoopties to hotter whips Spit hollow-tip shit like Black Fist at the Olympics For heartless cowards, time to meet your darkest hour Allah reps power, one of these fours'll give you lead showers Faint whispers of hoes schemin' to this-robe your clothes Catch you for your platinum, if not, for your white gold It's all about the code that we were taught to behold Although the world may be rugged, fuck it, we're thuggin' to soul Whether it's straight rapin' a hoe to straight makin' the dough It ain't worth it if you can interpret, yo Understandin', calls for the best plannin' Son just copped the best cannons, so y'all best throw ya hand in Standin' on the mountain top like Martin Luther Rap tutor, no doubt, tap you the fuck out like Zab Judah The promised land, here, ain't nuttin' promised, man Just know how to tell a thief from an honest man [Black Jesus] For the love of the link I spit in your face Gimme some space, the Lord assure to be on your tape See we kill for pleasure, you war veter's and I hate your guts In any weather we can get it on and fuck you up Livin' it up, you got big guns, enough jewels Had ass before the cash, y'all niggas playin' the fool Breakin' the rules, I put you where the sun don't shine Buried alive, my nines make a walnut rhyme Feelin' me, son? We all about revealin' the gun Acknowledge the God and know this ain't no one-on-one It's us on y'all, you posin' wit ya back on the wall Ready to fall, no mercy when we cut off your balls Can you picture bein' food for the worms, gaspin' for air? You learned the hard way, not to come unprepared See we sacrifice the weak, don't speak unless you spoken to Evaluate your life, dog, cuz your blood'll merk you [Chorus 2:] [Hook: Timbo King (all)] +In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here+ (Where? Where? Where?) +In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here+ (Where? Where? Where?) +In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here+ (Where? Where? Where?) Yo, all my niggas up +In Here+ [Chorus 1] [Hook:]
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