(feat. Sunz of Man) 



[Intro: Killah Priest] 

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Uh, uh-uh, uh, S.O.M., baby 

It's that time, for the shorties 

Yeah, yeah, power to the music 

Word up, 2000, one time 



[Killah Priest] 

Shorty wanna be a thug, only 14, sellin drugs 

Wind up in the court pleadin to the judge 

Or outside on the pavement, bleedin cuz 

He got hit by a bullet, now he need blood 

In the ambulance didn't have a chance to weed a slug 

Type of shit that even it does, put a spell on us 

Puff an L on the corner, or in cuffs in jail wit the lawyers 

But in this hell, I'm a warrior, struggler, straight hustler 

Do you feel me? 



[60 Second Assassin] 

Bluck, bluck, bluck, this to all you lamesters 

Reppin now and respect to my gangsta 

Watch ya move son, wettin ya crates 

Wit the triple drum base in ya face, takin ya case 

60 Sec. rats in ya face, it's all foreplayin, don't 

get it wet in this place 

'Sassins like, fella ain't lease this train 

Don't make me have to leak this place, I'd rather lead the way 

Drop about a seed a day, got sunshine on a bleedin day 

Kill about 3 or 4 beats a day, rush plus brush, ready for play 

Catalog shit, day for day, bust a murder murder rate away 



[Chorus: 60 Second Assassin (Hell Razah)] 

+Must B Tha Music+ (Why we run the streets wild) 

+Must B Tha Music+ (Make us pull our guns out) 

+Must B Tha Music+ (I can bust in her mouth) 

+Must B Tha Music+ (Got us all thugged out) 



[Hell Razah] 

Dice games by the coke spot, niggas love shit he don't got 

He get chased off is own block, on parole for that white gold 

A young man wit a old soul, in his project +Hell Hole+ 

We don't care about no clothes, you can die by that pay phone 

You're best bet is to stay home, young chicks wanna get boned 

A little dick make 'em get grown, even the rich get a tombstone 

We all die in the flesh, son, bleed blood and through wet guns 

Get money and respect comes, got respect and connect comes 

Get rich, next death comes, ya don't wanna come test and son 

We stay strapped by the left lungs, we don't care where you rep from 

Sniff this 'til you get numb, hold ya head cuz we ain't done 



[Prodigal Sunn] 

Run the streets, thugs hold heat in they feet 

Soul you reap, hot slugs eat through meat 

Roll wit four deep, two in the crease, soak neat 

Trophy, smoke and eat, soul physique 

Code of the block, is that gold bars a prop 

Sold base, rock steamers for them caps and top 

Hip Hop, drip from the lip of the glock 

Grick shop, all day long we burn rock 

Industry rap, chemistry empty the gat 

Sun of Man yo, never to run, we slum cats 

Yeah word up, you know how we do 



[Chorus] 



[Outro: 60 Second Assassin] 

+Must B Tha Music+ 

Our shit is hot to the daylight 

Sunz keep it moving all through the night 

It ain't a party if we can't get it right 

Just keep it moving all through the night 

+Must B Tha Music+, +Must B Tha Music+ 

That's turning you on 

+Must B Tha Music+, +Must B Tha Music+ 

I can't go...