Guru

(feat. Black Jesus, Killah Priest, Timbo King)
[Intro: Timbo King]
Yo.. +In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here+
+In Here+, yo, yo...
[Chorus 1: Timbo King]
You can smoke +In Here+, get locd +In Here+
Wanna bubble? Got raw coke +In Here+
Fucky fucky, bitches sellin ass +In Here+
Got all my niggas up +In Here+
[Timbo King]
Eh-yo, fight like _Cats and Dogs_, rats and hogs
Watered down Naia shit, Niagara Falls
The nut buster, bust nuts at bitches walls
Ricochet, watch it bounce off like kid-neys
The Y-chromosome, +Young God+ own a home
Picture my son _Home Alone_, Im spittin fome on a cordless phone
My valiums high, Dark Denims on, you can ask Karl Kani
Attract urban cells, Colt .45 shells
Shotti shells, seashells in Fort Lauderdale
I love hella right, always smellin right
Equester you my shit, fuck an express overnight
Im from Poverty-ville, probably will
Cuz the prob remain nothin, thats all, my revolver still
kick fast, corporate thugs learn to kick back
Used to eat three-hundred thousands off a mis-pack
of crills, who you know could back a deal
quicker than you can say, "Yo, crack can kill"?
Murder one, catch a body off of self-defence
My mic rinse be my evidence
Yo, eh-yo, Royale, +Purple Rain+, whats my hood?
Yall too easy to break, like plywood
Get high, Mr. Magic fly Tai wood
Its Bo King hood rhymes, up to no good
Its Bo King hood rhymes, up to no good {*echoes*}
[Chorus 2: all]
You can ill +In Here+, we can build +In Here+
We can spit gifts, kick real skills +In Here+
You can drink +In Here+, who you thinks +In Here+?
God body with the shottis, when you blink, were here
[Killah Priest]
Yo, poverty stricken, robbery, guns be clickin
Forever burnin in the furnace of afflication
Overdose and drug addictions, thugs who judged by the system
will suck the blood of the victims
Sacreligious, savage trapped in prison
Adapt the wisdom, they sit back and listen
to the old-timers, the beast out the clothes liners
Bullets claim the lives of miners, and 9-to-5ers
The ninell find ya, in the line of fire
Skies turn black, I could see your soul, touch a ghost
Drag you through the holes, spit out blue fire
My heart turns cold, never stay true to liars
Imprint marks in your robe, I see black smoke
Dark clouds, I talk to ghosts
I spaz out when my spirit recharge like a volt
Electric eyes open up, ya could see the ebony skies {*echoes*}
[Guru a/k/a Bald Head Slick]
From hot corners to hotter chicks, hoopties to hotter whips
Spit hollow-tip shit like Black Fist at the Olympics
For heartless cowards, time to meet your darkest hour
Allah reps power, one of these foursll give you lead showers
Faint whispers of hoes schemin to dis-robe your clothes
Catch you for your platinum, if not, for your white gold
Its all about the code that we were taught to behold
Although the world may be rugged, fuck it, were thuggin to soul
Whether its straight rapin a hoe to straight makin the dough
It aint worth it if you can interpret, yo
Understandin, calls for the best plannin
Son just copped the best cannons, so yall best throw ya hand in
Standin on the mountain top like Martin Luther
Rap tutor, no doubt, tap you the fuck out like Zab Judah
The promised land, here, aint nuttin promised, man
Just know how to tell a thief from an honest man
[Black Jesus]
For the love of the link I spit in your face
Gimme some space, the Lord assure to be on your tape
See we kill for pleasure, you war veters and I hate your guts
In any weather we can get it on and fuck you up
Livin it up, you got big guns, enough jewels
Had ass before the cash, yall niggas playin the fool
Breakin the rules, I put you where the sun dont shine
Buried alive, my nines make a walnut rhyme
Feelin me, son? We all about revealin the gun
Acknowledge the God and know this aint no one-on-one
Its us on yall, you posin wit ya back on the wall
Ready to fall, no mercy when we cut off your balls
Can you picture bein food for the worms, gaspin for air?
You learned the hard way, not to come unprepared
See we sacrifice the weak, dont speak unless you spoken to
Evaluate your life, dog, cuz your bloodll merk you
[Chorus 2]
[Hook: Timbo King (all)]
+In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here+ (Where? Where? Where?)
+In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here+ (Where? Where? Where?)
+In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here+ (Where? Where? Where?)
Yo, all my niggas up +In Here+
[Chorus 1]
[Hook]
[ In Here Lyrics ]