Killah Priest, SHROOM, DJ Jazzy Jeff, Inspectah Deck - Boss King lyrics
[Killah Priest, SHROOM, DJ Jazzy Jeff, Inspectah Deck - Boss King lyrics]
Either at the ski resorts with the
Boss or in jet-skis in shorts
Or the West Keys in the loft or
Counting a quarter p in a Porsche
Or pee on the balcony, pickin’ ‘em off
Or leave silently or die violently
Caught up in the cross
Brooklyn way, kick in the door
Hoodlums lay in the lobby on your floor
Pistol-whip him and shoot his dog
He can’t talk, gun in his jaw
Pistol-whip him some more
"You’re gonna die today"
My man pull out his drawers in his closet
The living room of his apartment
These killers are heartless
Where the drugs at, where the stash at
Contеmplate and backtrack
Start getting flashbacks
The killеr’s with your cat in his lap, black
You’re about to get stabbed, black
You see, they know that you bag crack
I do it for the dollars over penny pasta
Since I was locked in the
Closet with dirty Tasha
I put a walking dead corpse to bed
Wipe the blood off and FedEx your boss’s head
I don’t know how to stop
Working the beat like a housing cop
Call me bartender, here’s a round of shots
Morphine flow, bringing more pain than Tical
Banging out with Rae in the wild
Killah Priest wild, they gon’ hate me now
He’s so sick, mentally unfit to face a trial
To simply break it down
To ball hard you gotta take a foul
Real talk, you see how they playin’ now
It’s no love, but so what?
The money never slowed up
I’m still sitting at the table
Drinks toast up
Then hit the door with your hoe on my hip
Before we float out in the smoke six
Pose for the flick yeah
Boss or in jet-skis in shorts
Or the West Keys in the loft or
Counting a quarter p in a Porsche
Or pee on the balcony, pickin’ ‘em off
Or leave silently or die violently
Caught up in the cross
Brooklyn way, kick in the door
Hoodlums lay in the lobby on your floor
Pistol-whip him and shoot his dog
He can’t talk, gun in his jaw
Pistol-whip him some more
"You’re gonna die today"
My man pull out his drawers in his closet
The living room of his apartment
These killers are heartless
Where the drugs at, where the stash at
Contеmplate and backtrack
Start getting flashbacks
The killеr’s with your cat in his lap, black
You’re about to get stabbed, black
You see, they know that you bag crack
I do it for the dollars over penny pasta
Since I was locked in the
Closet with dirty Tasha
I put a walking dead corpse to bed
Wipe the blood off and FedEx your boss’s head
I don’t know how to stop
Working the beat like a housing cop
Call me bartender, here’s a round of shots
Morphine flow, bringing more pain than Tical
Banging out with Rae in the wild
Killah Priest wild, they gon’ hate me now
He’s so sick, mentally unfit to face a trial
To simply break it down
To ball hard you gotta take a foul
Real talk, you see how they playin’ now
It’s no love, but so what?
The money never slowed up
I’m still sitting at the table
Drinks toast up
Then hit the door with your hoe on my hip
Before we float out in the smoke six
Pose for the flick yeah