In Da Field Killah Priest

[Verse 1]
Them boys from Brooklyn always coke-cooking
[?] when they hear the key in the lock, they watch
My 9 spray gangster rude boy see danger
Doors get kicked in, shoot everything living
Drug wars, bodies on floors wrapped in rugs
Size 12 Timbaland left tracks in blood
Prints match his mug
Now he’s in the back of the club, tryna relax and get a buzz
Puffing cigars, blowing weed up in the stars
Shut his eyes to see the Ds in their cars
By the time he opened ‘em up, the club erupt
He saw a gun aiming at him, [?]
He could feel the madness
Beneath the table, tryna feel for automatics, war is drastic
He said, “I’m not going back”
Squeezing while he raising his strap
The POs already blazing their gats
He slipped beneath the table, scream that he’s hit in the navel
And then he felt the grip of the angel
Me nah won’t die, fire burn Babylon high
Reincarnation bust a try
Ionized ruler, he rose
[?] lying to Judah, but he didn’t see the left shooter
[?] through his medulla, and one through his [?]
Cast away to the ruler