Ghostface Killah - Blood On The Cobblestones Lyrics
Hey yo, it’s war on the street, blood on the cobblestoneI leave em buried alive, just like a fossil boneBody bags like the streets, reporters reportin’Mafia ties, drugs and extortionDelucas vs stark-iano, headline the newsPolice pull war on crime, they’re gonn loseJudges get kidnapped, casualties get decapitatedStarks rise above all to be emancipatedBlack godfather, families at warDrive by’s and molotovs settle the scoreBurgeois shops are filled with chopped up casualtiesI made sure to keep guns, you know my facultiesThe streets run red when the bosses disrespect usNeglected, I guarantee no mans protectedTo each is own, grab a gun off the shelfClosing the wars on a cause, every man for self[Hook]Cause in the warzone, it cause every man for selfCause in the warzone, it cause every man for selfCause in the warzone, it cause every man for selfHow you prepare for war, grab your guns and your hardwareNever close your eyes in a bumper chairThe heart of a lion that’s what got him hereBulletproof the car, yo we outta here***** the bazookas, we got shooters with submachinesGonn crush a nigga like a football teamUnder a new regime, the go we go withoutSpit back the hammer, let the... throw them outKeep your gun *****ed, at the whole houseSip the brown liquor while he movin quarter ouncePick up territories, move north or southThe high power shine, your is water outI’m underground, with the... on, open up your head now your flesh is tornNever turn my back up, rest to ronPush hoes and your chest come test the donFully bopped and my hoes I let em stress my arms[Hook]Cause in the warzone, it cause every man for selfCause in the warzone, it cause every man for selfCause in the warzone, it cause every man for selfSo the dilute is one tone, nah, not today*****ing, spray side with him, and you got the payDon’t even kill him, just make him feel a of painStake out his wife and his seed at the soccer gameLeave him with open arms, leave him with no regardsLeave him 223, squeeze him, leave him with no resolveMake a lad only reppin for the territoryNo steppin on me, reggin that’s a negatoryYou want a war, these... dangerousTaking all in a 10 block radiusMurder rate double, tripleCripple the strip, like you got hit with a couple of missile8 and fly to your door, I get in your cribIn a wig and a cable guy uniformMy shooters maneuver, we got the lupe and the scopeMoving close, say the word tone, you just ghost!
