Ghostface Killah - Battlefield lyrics
rate me(Verse: Ghostface Killah)
Aye yo, I'm back after 9 years That's thirty six seasons
Shit is changed up fo' all types o' reasons
Staten Island ain't the same, shit is lame
No familiar faces son, I'm dodgin' the game
I want a clean slate, but these cops stay screwin’
Snatchin' me up off the block, what am I doin’?
Oh, it’s officer Dingle & his sidekick Berry
Drivin' me around the hood so I could worry
See how fucked up it is there’s crackheads on erry corner
Kids in the schoolyard smokin' marijuana
I ain’t feelin' it, this ain’t the way I left these blocks
& my name’s faded out like some ol' damn socks
I want respect, these streets was my playground once
I was the Mack across 110th on these stunts
Not once would a nigga test me or gets zesty
I would walk down the street & sneeze, they all blessed me
(Hook)
Been on the Battlefield fo' a long, long time
I can see life closing in on this ol' body o' mine
(Verse 2: Kool G Rap)
Yeah, homie, I’m the kingpin' called Future
Make a killing in these buildin's in the millions
Got ‘em feelin' like Brewster
Shit hot as Fallujah
Kids grown now, they cock rugers
Welcome back 2 the sewers
Where new whips maneuver
No kids playin', no safe & sound havens
There’s tre pound cases on the playground pavement
No mo' dudes wit 22’s in their sneaker soles
Kids tote shit that leave yo body wit a heap o' holes
I’m that neighborhood blizzard floodin' these streets wit snow
Heavy iron on the ready, my shit’ll crease yo clothes
Keep a flock o' sweetest hoes, yeah, I sleeps wit those
Lil slum young Keisha Coles wit cheaper clothes
Undercovas all around the gutter, they creeping low
I stays ahead, kid, I toss bread like pizza dough
I keep the tef around my torso wit the piece below
That bulldog short nose, G be at peace wit those, ya know
(Hook)
Been on the Battlefield fo' a long, long time
I can see life closing in on this ol' body o' mine
(Verse 3: AZ)
Mama Bear was a church woman, pop’s skated off
I was impaired, an introverted young'n, a lot changed my course
From nowhere 2 my first onion then them cops came across Flashed the badge, took my stash, told my lil ass get lost Threw me off when my grind was prime time then
Ya could step on & stretch mine’s 2 a nine times ten
I was gone, rememberin' tho that fine line’s thin
So I studied that chessboard & we were all blind men
Dealers ran the streets, but the D’s ran them
I was a killer underneath, but needed expansion
Somethin' 2 constitute bein' high in a coupe
The cries from my youth so I applied fo' the suit
Salute 2 the enforcer, call me officer now
Supporter o' paraphernalia, I toss it around
The link 2 the cartel, costs is down
It’s that Denzel in trainin' day shit, caution my grounds
(Hook)
Been on the Battlefield fo' a long, long time
I can see life closing in on this ol' body o' mine
