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Guru - In Here (feat. Timbo King, Killah Priest & Black Jesus) 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+
  • *****y *****y, *****es 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 *****es' 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, ***** 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 ill +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 dis-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, ***** 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 ***** 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 ***** 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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