Killah Priest - The Rain (feat. Main Flow) Lyrics
f/ Main Flo[Intro : Killah Priest]Uh, y'all remember?, nahmean?Everythin', strugglin', comin' upThat's why I'm writin' to myself right now[Hook x2 : Killah Priest]Gotta make this come up, manGet that dough, do these showsUp late in studiosTell all these groupies nonot right now, gotta write downmy life on paper, againSpend the night with gangstersSpend the night with strangers[Killah Priest]Feel the slice from a razorIn my hood, niggaz fight 'til they make upShoot dice 'til they blaze upPo-nine come and chase usthrough the streets, feel the slice on our facesSo many nights in the cagesSo many fights, outrageousNiggaz pullin' out gaugesbullets flyin' outrageousBetter run, better duck, hit the pavementI'm outta luck, backed up by my paymentsPatience, runnin' outI'm all alone, with the gum in my mouthpacin', back and forthI'm on the phone with my son and my spouse, thinkin'of good times, jot down hood rhymesFrom the tour-bus to the corners, it's torture[Hook x2][Killah Priest]Feels like I'm in dangerParanoid, slip one up in the chamberHad the gun in The Raincuz'of the pain, I'm a thug, do you blame us?I came up through the gang stuffon the train with the chain tuckedRings and a King Tut'Three-piece suits and a clean cutOn a job search, better not get robbed firstSituation gets a lot worsePercipitation is hard workLost youths, no-one to talk toSixteen-years old just jumped off the roof head firstCould be the networkGhetto expert, devil networkAnother peer is dead in the dirtAnother tear that I shed on my shirtAnother beer that's spread on the earthAnother year that I'm led by a hearseCome here I know that it hurts, and[Hook x2][Main Flo]My nigga I know thieves that grow treesfor the fours, for the dope, for the smoke and the four ki'sKnow niggaz that throw ki'son the boat, with the dope, with the coke and the trophiesspeed it up like ho pleaseBig ballers, mo' cheesegoatees, 40 ounce of the OEsFor the tons, to the ki's, to the pounds to the Oz'sbag it up for the lo-fi'sStreet hustlers toke weed, both GsOne time for the OGs, flip birds in OTs, dro' breezeHot time for the low-csinvest the proceeds, no peaceRoll niggaz in the opi's, for the scope, the soapthe slope and the roast theseKnow *****es who take shit for the sakefor the wake, for the snake, for the cake glist'Know *****es that make witsfor the sake, the grape, the rape and the fake titsSpeed it up 'fo the jake hitsno time for baked bitsMake hits, write down where the lake sitsFrom the blocks, take trips to the lines, to the flake glist'Ride around in the '86Why bredren hate tricks, lay chicksOne time for the state picks, one time for eight bricks, great clicksfrontline for the state picks, all in my wavemix, stay fixedMain Flo gotta escape quickfrom the gate to the plate to the date to the matrix[Hook x2]
