The Rain Killah Priest (Ft. Main Flow)

[Intro : Killah Priest]
Uh, y'all remember?, nahmean?
Everythin', strugglin', comin' up
That's why I'm writin' to myself right now

[Hook x2 : Killah Priest]
Gotta make this come up, man
Get that dough, do these shows
Up late in studios
Tell all these groupies no
Not right now, gotta write down
My life on paper, again
Spend the night with gangsters
Spend the night with strangers

[Killah Priest]
Feel the slice from a razor
In my hood, niggas fight 'til they make up
Shoot dice 'til they blaze up
Po-lice come and chase us
Through the streets, feel the slice on our faces
So many nights in the cages
So many fights, outrageous
Niggas pullin' out gauges
Bullets flyin' outrageous
Better run, better duck, hit the pavement
I'm outta luck, backed up by my payments
Patience, runnin' out
I'm all alone, with the gun in my mouth
Pacin', back and forth
I'm on the phone with my son and my spouse, thinkin'
Of good times, jot down hood rhymes
From the tour-bus to the corners, it's torture