Champions M-Eighty (Ft. Dreddy Kruger & Killah Priest)

[Intro: Killah Priest]
M-Eighty, Dreddy Kruger, Killah Priest, Iron Sheik
Yeah, you know we gon' do this all the way from Indianapolis
Empty, you wanna empty the gat's, whatever
Its Black Market, Wu-Tang Clan, you know how we do it
Yo, M-Eighty, yo Dred, check this out

[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
Between these nine's and these four shells, their stories will tell
Behind prison walls, niggas fell out their wars
Wyling out in their hoods 'til they wind up in morgues
Inside a pool halls, staircase, or black hallways
I recall days of youngster bringing home poor grades
Mom's beefing, took my weekend from b-ball day
I truly feel if it wasn't for rap there would be more grades
I politic with the Preacher with his hair all gray
I politic with the Arabs, What do you want for that gauge?
Matter of face let me test the MAC next to that gauge
For blacks to kill blacks is why these weapons were made
The best are engraved, the worst is still here
May the hurst of will chair
You choose how you wanna lead, follow my lead
Cause it's Killah Priest, the Revolutionary
White people will go bald, while blacks suited from vary
You know it's legendary, it's Killah Priest the Iron Sheik
CHAMPIONS!!!