[Intro: Killah Priest] Yeah, breathe in, Priesthood Let's do it... [Killah Priest] Slug out, never that, young dude, clever cat Eat shit, smoke spliffs
the street like two fingers Cause the ivory is clean Talkin' 'bout meetin' at the MC room On the inside of the ship Not a honey dip to hunt on Cause
cream Cruisin' down the street like two fingers 'Cause the ivory is clean Talkin' 'bout meetin' at the MC room On the inside of the ship Not a honey dip to hunt
violence Death is the silence But death is the silence In this cycle of violence Death is the silence It's tough to be young, the young long to be tougher
night - oh touch me - I wanna feel your body - Full moon in the city and the night was young I was hungry for love I was hungry for fun. I was hunting
I did die young, who cares All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares I got homies in my head Who done passed away screamin, please Young nigga, make
uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro] As Arsenio Hall would say, things that make you go HMMMM The enemy forces inside, approached a young
Album: Accepted Eclectic Song: Rappers Rappers Rappers Typed by: jostmatt@bluewin.ch (What I mean is basically there's no one The hunt for an MC
here This ain't no fuckin' joke I lived in a spot called Millbrooke Projects The original, criminal minded, rap topic With twenty cents in my pocket, I saw the light If you're young
Oh he heard they had a mind to wed Oh when he rose the very next morning Went searching for the serving man And when he found him this young man
goin' on, wha wha Wha, wha You got it goin' on, wha wha I used to be scared of the dick now I throw lips to the shit Handle it like a real bitch, Heather Hunter
sent her quick And treated her as cold as Denver get That wimper shit for simpers don't enter 'cause I'm winter trick And I like my hoe's cold young dumb
mister, mister quick to get witcha chick if she get off quick for this* she be like yeah, yeah, yeah (verse 2) i'm back with the heat and yes young
Michael Jordan, home of Biggie Smalls Roc-A-Fella headquarters (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City) Ladies an' gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young
king And my vein ain't spilling Ghetto Othello, Sugar Hill Romello Camaro driven, I climax from paper And ask why is life worth living Is it to hunt
to the richest like a G-rap thing Young and jump from the corner Then he got king Look who ran through your castle And scooped your queen I aint your average little rapper young
tip my hat to a ten Just been in too many run ins with dead ends Comparisons range from thick ones to thin Explosive sex thoughts coming from this young
yo shit split quick If you wanna say the word is bond word is bond, then, I attack like ninja hunter You rhyme soft like the other Hunter Heather Hunter