Ghostface Killah - Blood On The Cobblestones lyrics

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Hey yo, it’s war on the street, blood on the cobblestone

I leave em buried alive, just like a fossil bone

Body bags like the streets, reporters reportin’

Mafia ties, drugs and extortion

Delucas vs stark-iano, headline the news

Police pull war on crime, they’re gonn lose

Judges get kidnapped, casualties get decapitated

Starks rise above all to be emancipated

Black godfather, families at war

Drive by’s and molotovs settle the score

Burgeois shops are filled with chopped up casualties

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 is own, grab a gun off the shelf

Closing the wars on a cause, every man for self

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Cause in the warzone, it cause every man for self

Cause in the warzone, it cause every man for self

Cause in the warzone, it cause every man for self

How you prepare for war, grab your guns and your hardware

Never close your eyes in a bumper chair

The heart of a lion that’s what got him here

Bulletproof the car, yo we outta here

Fuck the bazookas, we got shooters with submachines

Gonn crush a nigga like a football team

Under a new regime, the go we go without

Spit back the hammer, let the ... throw them out

Keep your gun cocked, at the whole house

Sip the brown liquor while he movin quarter ounce

Pick up territories, move north or south

The high power shine, your is water out

I’m underground, with the ...on, open up your head now your flesh is torn

Never turn my back up, rest to ron

Push hoes and your chest come test the don

Fully bopped and my hoes I let em stress my arms

[Hook]

Cause in the warzone, it cause every man for self

Cause in the warzone, it cause every man for self

Cause in the warzone, it cause every man for self

So the dilute is one tone, nah, not today

Cocking, spray side with him, and you got the pay

Don’t even kill him, just make him feel a of pain

Stake out his wife and his seed at the soccer game

Leave him with open arms, leave him with no regards

Leave him 223, squeeze him, leave him with no resolve

Make a lad only reppin for the territory

No steppin on me, reggin that’s a negatory

You want a war, these...dangerous

Taking all in a 10 block radius

Murder rate double, triple

Cripple the strip, like you got hit with a couple of missile

8 and fly to your door, I get in your crib

In a wig and a cable guy uniform

My shooters maneuver, we got the lupe and the scope

Moving close, say the word tone, you just ghost!