The Rain

[Intro : Killah Priest]

Uh, y'all remember?, nahmean?

Everythin', strugglin', comin' up

That's why I'm writin' to myself right now

[Hook x2 : Killah Priest]

Gotta make this come up, man

Get that dough, do these shows

Up late in studios

Tell all these groupies no

not right now, gotta write down

my life on paper, again

Spend the night with gangsters

Spend the night with strangers

[Killah Priest]

Feel the slice from a razor

In my hood, niggaz fight 'til they make up

Shoot dice 'til they blaze up

Po-nine come and chase us

through the streets, feel the slice on our faces

So many nights in the cages

So many fights, outrageous

Niggaz pullin' out gauges

bullets flyin' outrageous

Better run, better duck, hit the pavement

I'm outta luck, backed up by my payments

Patience, runnin' out

I'm all alone, with the gum in my mouth

pacin', back and forth

I'm on the phone with my son and my spouse, thinkin'

of good times, jot down hood rhymes

From the tour-bus to the corners, it's torture

[Hook x2]

[Killah Priest]

Feels like I'm in danger

Paranoid, slip one up in the chamber

Had the gun in The Rain

cuz'of the pain, I'm a thug, do you blame us?

I came up through the gang stuff

on the train with the chain tucked

Rings and a King Tut'

Three-piece suits and a clean cut

On a job search, better not get robbed first

Situation gets a lot worse

Percipitation is hard work

Lost youths, no-one to talk to

Sixteen-years old just jumped off the roof head first

Could be the network

Ghetto expert, devil network

Another peer is dead in the dirt

Another tear that I shed on my shirt

Another beer that's spread on the earth

Another year that I'm led by a hearse

Come here I know that it hurts, and

[Hook x2]

[Main Flo]

My nigga I know thieves that grow trees

for the fours, for the dope, for the smoke and the four ki's

Know niggaz that throw ki's

on the boat, with the dope, with the coke and the trophies

speed it up like ho please

Big ballers, mo' cheese

goatees, 40 ounce of the OEs

For the tons, to the ki's, to the pounds to the Oz's

bag it up for the lo-fi's

Street hustlers toke weed, both Gs

One time for the OGs, flip birds in OTs, dro' breeze

Hot time for the low-cs

invest the proceeds, no peace

Roll niggaz in the opi's, for the scope, the soap

the slope and the roast these

Know bitches who take shit for the sake

for the wake, for the snake, for the cake glist'

Know bitches that make wits

for the sake, the grape, the rape and the fake tits

Speed it up 'fo the jake hits

no time for baked bits

Make hits, write down where the lake sits

From the blocks, take trips to the lines, to the flake glist'

Ride around in the '86

Why bredren hate tricks, lay chicks

One time for the state picks, one time for eight bricks, great clicks

frontline for the state picks, all in my wavemix, stay fixed

Main Flo gotta escape quick

from the gate to the plate to the date to the matrix

[Hook x2]