| Ayo it’s war on the street, blood on the cobblestone
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| I leave 'em buried alive, just like a fossil bone
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| Body bags line the streets, reporters reportin'
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| Mafia ties, drugs and extortion
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| DeLucas vs. Stark-iano, headline the news
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| Police pull war on crime, they’re gonna lose
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| Judges get kidnapped, captains get decapitated
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| Starks rise above all to be emancipated
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| Black Godfather, families at war
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| Drive bys and Molotovs settle the score
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| Butcher shops are filled with chopped up casualties
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| I made sure to keep guns in all my faculties
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| The streets run red when the bosses disrespect us Neglected, I guarantee no man’s protected
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| To each his own, grab a gun off the shelf
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| Cause in a warzone, the call is every man for self
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| Cause in a warzone, the call is every man for self
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| Cause in a warzone, the call is every man for self
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| How you prepare for war? |
| Grab your guns and your hardware
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| Never close your eyes in the barber chair
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| The heart of a lion, that’s what got him here
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| Bulletproof the car, yo, we outta here
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| Fuck the DeLucas, we’ve got shooters with submachines
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| Bone-crushing niggas like a football team, under a new regime
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| The old we throw it out, spin back the hammer, let the lord sort 'em out
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| Keep your gun cocked, at the whorehouse, sip the brown liquor
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| While we move a quarter ounce, pick the territories
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| Move north or south, the high power shine, yours is watered down
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| I’m underground, with the vest is on, open up your head
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| Now your flesh is torn, never turn my back up at restaurants
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| Put holes in your chest, come test the don
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| 45 in my holster, let me stretch my arms
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| So the DeLucas want Tone? |
| Nah, not today
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| Cock and spray, side with 'em and you’ve got to pay
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| Don’t even kill 'em, just make 'em feel a lot of pain
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| Stake out his wife and his seed at the soccer game
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| Greet 'em with open arms, beat 'em with no regard
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| Feed 'em two two-threes, freeze 'em, leave 'em with no resolve
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| Make a lead on me, repping for the territory
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| No stepping on me, brethren that’s a negatory
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| You want a war? |
| These men pop dangerous
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| Taking all in a 10 block radius
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| Murder rate double, triple, cripple the strip
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| Like it got hit with a couple of missiles
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| 8 will fly through your door, I’ll get in your crib
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| In a wig, in a cable guy uniform
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| My shooters maneuver, we’ve got DeLuca in the scope
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| Moving close, say the word, Tone, dude is ghost |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood on the Cobblestones Ft. U-God and Inspectah Deck, artist - Ghostface Killah. Album song Twelve Reasons to Die "The Brown Tape", in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп