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the letter 1, 2 and 3 - killah priest lyrics

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yeah, n*ggas. putting it work, just call me work for short n*ggas, thought i wouldn’t be back me, and jay ronans you on the engineer. now, i mean, this is a pretty little to the offering n*ggas. i was still here. yeah, feel so good, too. friend yo yo y f*ck bush. we’re inside the hunkies, and i’m his entree compliments america’s a bowling pot, shootout people calling cops everyday sh*t jumping off. remember, freestack summer songs off the matches nowadays. freeze from police captives are some of sauce from each other. when i gеts clapping, quiet when the piеce is rapping, read the closed caption. i bring you close to the action where sh*t be popping off sooner. rules are closed. casket dark ass, the host of all my ratchet, then let’s total sort of flow nowhere else can match with. i’ll stink illness, be my brains, and ability for the graphic. we street color with tranquility. i’m the philippines in your grand, y’all agree. i used to be a k!ller, but now i’m just a whoop. the beast i used to be on willoughby. now i’m in robes and thrones out in sicily, f*ck selling crack. i wanna continent on the map and see a wasn’t been into. oppress black and jesus is black. the lord’s tribes are black. check it my father’s back now, watch me wild on this track. it’s chilling preach. the ill is f*cking east, coast said. i’m old school like a pico n*ggas explains and pieces golden. he’s a rhyme over break beats by chic is good times. the coastal wall. back then, we’re making cheapest preached upon freedom, two jaws of reefer, and the ball of ether. it’s not over by the leader, holloway revolvers, and spray reality get paid g’s on that judge’s head and f*ck arnold schwarzenegger. i want that ass dead until the la surgeons kiss tricky, good night. preach the egg pole with the flow roy as the sh*t tony my town now and what he took shots for and what god took part for and what the deal is, cook rocks for. i’m the off*frame i’m in the hood night, being fried rice and four wings. now, i mean

- killah priest lyrics

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