Blood On The Cobblestones (feat. U-God & Inspectah Deck)

Yo

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

Crime they 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

Bourgeois shops are filled

With chopped up causalities

I made sure to keep guns

You know my faculties

The streets run red

When the bosses disrespect us

Neglected

I guarantee no mans protected

To each I own

Grab a gun off the shelf

Closing the wars on a cause, every man for self

Closing the wars on a cause, every man for self

Closing the wars on a cause, every man for self

How you prepared for war?

Grab yo guns and yo hardware

Never close yo eyes in the baller chyeah

Your heart of a lion, that's what got up here

Bulletproof the car, yo we outta here

Fuck niggas niggas, we got shooters with sub machines

Go flushin niggas like a book quarantine

Under a new regime

The O, we throw it out

Spit back the hammer, niggas know we throwed em out

Keep your gun cocked

At the ho house, sip the brown liquor while we move a quarter ounce

Pick the territories, move north and south

The high power shine

Yours is watered down, I'm underground

With the vesters is on, open up your head

Now yo flesh is torn

Never turn my back up against the raw

Push hold it, the best come test the don

Fully 5 in my holster, let me stretch my arms

Closing the wars on a cause, every man for self

Closing the wars on a cause, every man for self

So the De Lucas want Ton, nah not today

Cockin spray side, with em and you got the pay

Don't even kill er, just make er kill a lot of pain

Stake out his wife and his seat at the soccer game

We done went open arms, we done went over clause

Freedom to 2-3's, squeeze em, leave em with no resolve

Make the led on me, weapon for the territory

No steppin on me, ledge and that's a nugatory

You want a war? These men pop dangerous

Taking all in a 10 block radius

Murder rate double, triple, cripple the strip

Like you got hit with a couple of missiles

8 will fly through yo door

I get in yo crib, in a wig, in a cable guy uniform

My shooters maneuver, got De Luca in the scope

Moving close, say the word, Ton you just Ghost