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- Blood On The Cobblestones 歌詞 Ghostface Killah
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- Ghostface Killah Blood On The Cobblestones 歌詞
- Ghostface Killah
- Ayo it's war on the street
Blood on the cobblestone
I leave 'em buried alive
Just like a fossil bone
Body bags line the streets
Reporters reportin'
Mafia ties drugs and extortion
DeLucas vs Stark-iano
Headline the news
Police pull war on crime
They're gonna lose
Judges get kidnapped
Casualties get decapitated
Starks rise above all to be emancipated
Black Godfather families at war
Drive bys and Molotovs settle the score
Butcher shops are filled with
Chopped up casualties
I made sure to keep guns
In all my faculties
The streets run red
When the bosses disrespect us
Neglected I guarantee no mans protected
To each is own grab a gun off the shelf
Cause in a warzone
The call is every man for self
Cause in a warzone the call is every man for self
Cause in a warzone the call is every man for self
How you prepare for war
Grab your guns and your hardware
Never close your eyes in the barber chair
The heart of a lion
That's what got him here
Bulletproof the car yo we outta here
F**k the DeLucas
We've got shooters with submachines
Bone-crushing niggas like a football team
Under a new regime
The old we throw it out
Spin back the hammer
Let the lord sort 'em out
Keep your gun cocked
At the whorehouse sip the brown liquor
While we move a quarter ounce
Pick the territories
Move north or south
The high power shine yours is watered down
I'm underground with the vest is on
Open up your head
Now your flesh is torn
Never turn my back up at restaurants
Put holes in your chest come test the don
45 in my holster let me stretch my arms
Cause in a warzone the call is every man for self
Cause in a warzone the call is every man for self
So the DeLucas want Tone Nah not today
Cock and spray
Side with 'em and you've got to pay
Don't even kill 'em
Just make 'em feel a lot of pain
Stake out his wife and his seed
At the soccer game
Greet 'em with open arms
Beat 'em with no regard
Feed 'em two two-threes
Freeze 'em leave 'em with no resolve
Make a lead on me repping for the territory
No stepping on me
Brethren that's a negatory
You want a war
These men pop dangerous
Taking all in a 10 block radius
Murder rate double
Triple cripple the strip
Like it got hit with a couple of missiles
8 will fly through your door
I'll get in your crib
In a wig in a cable guy uniform
My shooters maneuver
We've got DeLuca in the scope
Moving close say the word
Tone do this Ghost
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