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Ghostface Killah, Apollo Brown, Inspectah Deck, U-God - Blood on the Cobblestones

Blood on the Cobblestones
Ghostface Killah, Apollo Brown, Inspectah Deck, U-God
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[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
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. Starkiano headline the news,
Police pull war on crime, they're gonna lose,
Judges get kidnapped, captains get decapitated,
Starks rise above all to be emancipated.
Black Godfather, families at war,
Drive-bys and Molotovs settle the score,
Butcher shops are filled with chopped up casualties,
I made sure to keep guns in all my faculties.
The streets run red when the bosses disrespect us,
Neglected, I guarantee no man's protected,
To each his own grab a gun off the shelf
‘Cause in a warzone, the call is ‘every man for self'.

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
‘Cause in a warzone, the call is ‘every man for self',
‘Cause in a warzone, the call is ‘every man for self',
‘Cause in a warzone, the call is ‘every man for self'.

[Verse 2: U-God]
How you prepare for war? Grab your guns and your hardware,
Never close your eyes in the barber chair,
The heart of a lion, that's what got him here,
Bulletproof the car, yo, we outta here.
Fuck the DeLucas, we've got shooters with submachines,
Bone-crushin' niggas like a football team, under a new regime,
The old, we throw it out, spin back the hammer, let the lord sort 'em out.
Keep your gun cocked at the whorehouse, sip the brown liquor
While we move a quarter ounce, pick the territories,
Move north or south, the high power shine, yours is watered down.
I'm underground with the vest is on, open up your head,
Now your flesh is torn, never turn my back up at restaurants,
Put holes in your chest, come test the don,
.45 in my holster, let me stretch my arms.

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
‘Cause in a warzone, the call is ‘every man for self',
‘Cause in a warzone, the call is ‘every man for self',
‘Cause in a warzone, the call is ‘every man for self'.

[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
So the DeLucas want Tone? Nah, not today.
Cock and spray, side with 'em, and you've got to pay,
Don't even kill 'em, just make 'em feel a lot of pain,
Stake out his wife and his seed at the soccer game,
Greet 'em with open arms, beat 'em with no regard,
Feed 'em two 23's, freeze 'em, leave 'em with no resolve.
Make a lead on me, reppin' for the territory,
No steppin' on me, brethren, that's a negatory.
You want a war? These men pop dangerous,
Takin' all in a ten block radius,
Murder rate double, triple, cripple the strip
Like it got hit with a couple of missiles.
Eight will fly through your door, I'll get in your crib
In a wig in a cable guy uniform,
My shooters maneuver, we've got De Lucas in the scope,
Movin' close, say the word, Tone, dude is ghost.

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