Want Peace Songtext / Lyric

(feat. Victorious)



V.I.C.T.O.R.I.O.U.S.

Priesthood



[Hook x2: Victorious]

I really like peace, but niggas only understand war

So I'm a give 'em what they lookin' for

Either I, or, you got guns, man, but we got more






[Victorious:]

Peep the bloodline, you dig I'm royal

A hundred women for the roster, best believe they loyal

No, spoil you outta all your chicks admit it

Y'all know vedic, spit it, but won't admit it

Shit it, cock sucka anybody can get it

Uh, bucky eye, black six she rollin', I put five in

You and that bitch you hoin'

Put the pound in your anal dukes, split you cold

Cause ain't a damn thang gon' stop my team

All hail when I pop my thang, black-on-black 16's

Shit's mean, hit's king, pop, dome on the block, known

Wrist gleam, glock, chrome on a hot phone

Crist clean like out ya ass, you heard?

Bitch nigga but I'm for the cash

Out for the longevity baby, out to last

Out for the luxury livin' playa

Out to mass, out for the young

Black entrepreneurin', ask ya aunt if I'm ballin'

I thug it out dick and I'm out for the warnin'

First draft pick, off the bench and I'm scorin'

We gettin' big money now for them chicks who shit it

Pretty thug nigga with chips, official with it

Thug-thug G nigga, admit you did it

Cause I'm comin' for the throne, my gun rinse who in it

You gon' be mad when I'm in a CL Benz Coupe tinted

And I don't smoke weed, don't need to be high to be a gangsta

I'm authentic, winter gel two to vibe for my anger

Your girl outta pocket, lookin' in the eyes of a stranger

You whylin', ridin' for danger, headed for trouble

Plottin' you blame her? Might of saw me

Pottin' with bangaz, Riker's Isle you heard niggas, C-74

9-5 still live up in Beverly morgue

Beverly Hills, glocked with the heavenly steel

You betta be real, clock infrared at ya grill

A hundred G's none playa? We headed for mills

Millions for the children

Rebuildin', mirrors speakers on the ceilin'

You tweakin' up the feelin'

Brown skin, chinky eye, got 'em leakin' off the drillin'

Uh, yeah, leakin' off the drillin'



[Interlude: Victorious]

I don't really wanna hurt nobody

It's to easy for me to hurt somebody

It's too easy for me



[Hook x2: Victorious]



[Killah Priest:]

I understand how to handle these niggas

Or put a hand on these niggas

Or their dawgs, or their family members

But what I do is call a meetin' with their head of their teamin'

Ask 'em clearly, what's the beefin'?

What is their meanin'?

My faculty heard some shit that got back to me

We tryna keep it Godly, please no more bodies

Poppin' up out the rivers, courtesy of my niggas

And they don't like movin' abruptly

They quick to buss B

Y'all niggas touch me, we throwin' cocktails

Hot curls, cartels, OG's secret Roswell

Niggas mad cause we walk with Jesus like Kanye

And we talk like Yahweh Ben Yahweh with an AK

And the gauge at ya rib cage

Come at as with ya gentiles style and ways

I'm the nigga they hated like King David

I write psalms then I grab arms, the bravest!



[Interlude: Victorious]



[Hook x2: Victorious]