![Rise Up - Ghostface Killah](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/3284756461853925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 25.06.2015
Song language: English
Rise Up |
Back on the grind, Molotov bottles and pipe bombs |
There’s war on the streets like Vietnam |
Bodies is flung, enemies hung, capos is killed |
Kidnap your family and wives with no guilt |
No lines drawn, It’s all out war for domination |
Robbing safes in safe houses, no leaving traces |
Destruction, Black mafiosos and militants |
It’s all for the king of New York and they killing it |
Crime wave, rioting, streets flooded with blood |
Bullet holes through tuxedos, wet suit skirts up |
Big Kahuna with the cajones, come through with your homies |
Shoot the Ruger where your dome is, while you in your chones |
Then regroup up with my homies, less they can’t run a crew |
Split the loot up with the chromies, in a room with a view |
Watch the corners, they on us, laying low with the clues |
Guzzle cash, that’s the walls of how to wait, got a few |
I don’t get out much, I’m in the cut with my crew |
A clan of vicious guerrillas, banana clips aimed at you |
Itchy fingers, malicious killers, valicious my troop |
Come to pillage your village, level your root to the stoop |
Trigonometry, honestly, nigga, I’m a G |
Follow these streets scholarly, all would I do for this loot |
Figure courage be piling the change upon us |
To slaughter it, yeah, it’s heartless, I’ve gotta get deadbeat loose |
The Luger’s rain, man, ain’t nothing but purp bitch |
That’s the cane clan, they ain’t nothing to fuck with |
My tools say blam, change man to chump bits |
Fools gonna lay in the Hudson or some ditch |
Rolling slow with a gangster lean |
Pimped out in the Coupe de ville '72 |
Lock and load on patrol, lotta hoes on the stroll |
Give me street 411 like whoop-de-whoop |
Where’s the cane man? |
How many nights I live by this dupe? |
Names change like slang, still be aiming to shoot |
Call it pop-pop poacher and note the .45 will rise up |
Message worth it’s weight in gold, he a beast |
When God made his son, he broke the mold |
Crushing De Lucas, they tryna dismember cane, silly game |
Watch his downfall, put an end to it |
Street laws, gangsters pulling murders and drive-bys |
New York city, flood the streets with cyanide, poison |
The boys in blue don’t want none of it |
Watching cane ride the power, and I’m loving it |