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maccabeez - maccabee freestyle pt. 2 lyrics

[intro: k!llah priest]
weed and money, weed and money, man

[chorus 3x: k!llah priest]
maccabeez, we them k!llas, man, we them k!llas, man

[k!llah priest]
now n-ggas talk but they don’t get to pushing and ducking
n-ggas run to duck it, watch this gun, they be busting
f-ck it, end the discussion, give a n-gga concussion
smack ’em like a percussion, now i’m not into tustling
just revolution and f-cking, see the movement is everything
homies mean nothing, just slicing and cutting
f-ck it, weed and f-cking, ya’ll n-ggas need something
my m-16’s make ya’ll n-ggas go get thrillers
swing around like gorillas, k!llas and drug dealers
hummers and four wheelers…

[chorus 3x]

[h-ll razah]
i play the pastor’s beside, with a gun in the stash
running up in citibank, with a president mask
it’s maccabeez, be official, take a look at the badge
you don’t wanna get shot to rags, taking a bath
murderville, n-ggas go home in body bags
wipe your blood of my nike, find a party to crash
i’m a mad scientist, when i sit in the lab
einstein, when i’m dealing with math
solomon, when i’m dealing with -ss
got a drink, with my name on the gl-ss
yeah, pour me some more…
aiyo, i’m sipping on an absolut vanilla, black nine berettas
the son shine, in all kind of weathers
summer, spring or fall to the winter
shaq got play center, and eat up your whole squad like dinner
it’s hard to be winner, but god, i am a sinner
striving to live, but we still rolling them dices
tray six in c-lo, project casinos
why ya’ll hiding ya’ll chain, we ain’t debo
it’s friday, we on a highway, with priest and timbo
when maccabeez hit the club, hit the floor, hit the floor
when maccabeez… have our dough, have our dough..

[chorus 3x]

[k!llah priest]
n-ggas tricking on chickens, i be spitting my rhythm
egyptian, exorcism, watch me get in ’em
my mack, it holds the venom, more magazine’s split ’em
i’m emmanuel that’s powered, with yayo acrossed the table
known cats from the 80’s, rocking gold cables
put my d-ck in your b-tch, watch me hit her naval
b-tch won’t even be able to walk, because of him
m-th-f-cka, i’m from live from new york, maccabeez, n-gga

[chorus 3x]

[outro: h-ll razah]
yeah, maccabeez album coming soon
h-ll razah, coming soon
my life: heaven or h-ll…
and if you ain’t got that black august, k!llah priest album
ya’ll n-ggas was panicking when it was the blackout…
hahahah… panicking, son, we live this sh-t
we was ready, baby… down south…
west side, east side, we ride out, we ride out, n-ggas
maccabeez, yeah, priesthood, yea
robin hood, n-gga, bo king, n-gga, yeah

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