Streets To The Studio Hell Razah (Ft. Killah Priest, Maccabeez & Timbo King)

[Intro: Hell Razah (Killah Priest) {Timbo King}]
Yo come here Priest!
(Yo Razah I know you're crazy)
What's good? {Maccabeez}
Maccabeez International (Yo where ya bullets be?)
Saudi Records {Yeah word up Razah, Killah Priest} (You know!)
(Yo this one is gonna be the craziest joint in all the clubs around the way)
M's up (in the United States of America, son)
Yeah... y'all get in ya Mac mode, ya heard?
(Y'all gon' get sick when you hear this... Let's go in on 'em son!)

[Timbo King]
In the studio...
All these actors now got new reality shows
Why from the streets where reality shows... the last Great Dane
Armageddon power, drink Amaretto Sour
Louis Vuitton, camouflage and Eddie Bauer's
Ezekial's will, riding down evil's hill
Deceivers will, get ya whole peoples killed
The promise of peace, yeah is nothing but a disguise
I got a piece of pussy right here in front of my eyes
High as a Priest, smoking on his Isaac Hayes
Born in the seventies, Franky Beverly Mays
Nigga who? Jigga boo, we The Maccabeez
Last supper up at Appleby's, so break bread with us
Women of all kinds go to bed with us
Runaway slaves escaped and then they fled with us
Repent now or forever burn in flames
I ain't even gotta tell you my name... mother father