Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Silverbacks, artist - Masta Killa. Date of issue: 31.05.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Silverbacks |
| One, two, one, two, the High Chief |
| Yeah… yo… so alone… baby |
| I’m just lookin' out of the window |
| Watchin' the gunshots blow-ow |
| Thinkin' how we all was turnin' out |
| Keepin' my head above water |
| Got to make a weight when I can (cuz I can) |
| Temporary lay off, cop pay offs, daily rip offs |
| Informer tip off, clips lick off |
| The judge got hit off, boss got knocked off |
| Worker made a come off, cash got dropped off |
| Buildings got burnt out, sisters got turned out |
| Work out in the yard up North, tryin' to burst out |
| Pissy elevators, dirty cop favors |
| Tongues hiding razors, minors turn majors |
| Wave the bigger tools, shoot out inside the school yard |
| The game ain’t' changed, niggas done made their own rules |
| They buildin' plans, let’s pull a million dollar scam |
| Watch for taped conversations, Jakes and dollar vans |
| The black market, labelled the movin' target |
| Dwellin' in the heartless projects |
| Evil eyes hawkin', the BBS rims flossin' |
| The beat walk in, harassin' the street walkin' |
| They keep talkin', like the Rebel might slow up |
| They set me up to go up, the witness din’t show up |
| They got their drugs on em (slippin') |
| Bare approach the look out |
| Be off the block by ten, the kite was sent |
| Then all those who dare to oppose, were sent back |
| Chained to the train track, protect ya jaw |
| These silverback niggas eat their oatmeal raw |
| Cee Allah sawed the shotti, 'Preme went down for a body |
| He killed Poppy, dusted in the lobby, toxy off shocky |
| Cops be harassin' tryin' to stop cashin' |
| The episodes pass, I flash back to guns |
| And crack stashed in grass, you movin' savage |
| Please warn him of his ways and actions |
| Before I blast him |
| Then the homicide was justified when I arrive |
| Black tints on the glass with the stockin' cap mask |
| It’s all official, steel pistol style whip you, to the gristle |
| While my team be stompin' you out after the whistle |
| I went from the slums of Hell to paradise in Heaven |
| From a slingshot to a wall of Mac-11's |
| I drank with the Devil and ate with the Reverend |
| We talked numbers and I told 'em, that mine was 7 |
| The total amount of hits, behind the collapsed building |
| That had exploded in a frenzy of killings |
| Bodies lay near tons of twisted metal |
| Of a structure and atomic force, it leveled |
| From the tale of the tape, the product failed in comparison |
| The weight, the height, the reach, was not a year within |
| Sight, the significant, difference was the ammo |
| Wrecking y’all individuals in the nano |
| Second by second, heat blazed through the night |
| Leaving a dazzling array of neon lights |
| The primary reason of mission for them spitting |
| The fire that kept hitting them ducks that kept sitting |
| But the informants x-rays gave off electrons |
| Within a few next days, entire sets gone |
| Clinical precision’s used to remove the eyelids |
| Those responsible for my brothers with high bids |
| Life in the hood is an award winning film |
| Lived out by savages who can’t escape the realm |
| A place where the young meet and greet with guns |
| In the park they interrupt the pure innocent fun |