SHABAZZ THE DISCIPLE - Little Shop Of Horrors lyrics

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[Intro]

At 3:47, more than 150 rounds of ammunition

were fired into your apartment, which is about

200 yards away, a few moments later, another

50 to 75 were fired on that street, in a direct

sideline to your newstand, two policemen were

killed, a car down the street past damn near

less than 10 feet from where you were, turned

to the right and went directly in front of you,

and you're gonna stand there and tell me you

didn't see a god damn thing?!

[Shabazz The Disciple]

Enter.. enter the projects on the ferry

Scary, greet you at the gate with Bloody Mary's

Blood... blood... my ground full of blood

Back to the cemetary.. get more blood

Standing on the graves drinking blood and smoking bones

We seen a crew of goons, running by with stolen tombstones

With Hell's Angels on the chase

He must've bust a black skull, who'll approach you, embrace

And tie you up in chains and they stomp on your face

They called it perpetory and they beat the fucking case

I look around, mad bodies being buried in the ground

The devil's busy snatching massive souls by the pound

Another piece of meat lays dead in the streets

Famillies in agony cuz niggaz met their defeat

So, welcome to the Brooklyn house of pain

Where you gangbang, a blame slang without a sane

The slaughter house on the Hill

with Cypress and of the snipers, over-populated with vipers

This is the Hell where the mad God dwells

And the people are intoxicated by evil spells

You can't trust the future, so don't make plans

Cuz the everybody's trigger happy in this haunted house land

[Chorus x4: Kool G Rap sample]

You're... you're not promised tomorrow

in this little shop of horrors

[Shabazz The Disciple]

This Ruffhouse ain't in Columbia

But in a tough city where the area is scarier and bumpier

Where niggaz are quick to pull a glock in your mouth

A hot rock in your mouth, bust a shot in your mouth

And little shorty's living life on their own

Survive by the gun until they die by the gun

The atmosphere out here is full of curses

The verses, sending them to churches in hurses

The blow of death is always snuffing niggaz lives

They swallowed too many 22's and coke 45's

You never know when it's your day to get dropped by a stray

bullet that ricochets off the wall in broad day

So many shots they fire inspire evil desire

Don't get caught up in Hell or on a cross in fire

Too many innocent blood stains on streets, the shit is too

The good are dying young but the evil's dead too

And what's to blame, we're all guilty of sin

But then again, there are a few good men

In the projects on the Hill, better known as Murderville

Where the chills turn to thrills, sudden urges to kill

And everybogy gots the murder-mentality

Out here your worst nightmare is someone's reality

The land's infested with evil creatures

Scary, witness cemetary-like features

Buildings like tombstones, the air is filled with dread

The living are possessed by spirits of evil dead

Bring them around, chasing, death breathing for the grave

In every building all these people understand is death slaves

Fiending to escape a conscious mindstate

can't face reality cuz their mentality can't hold the weight

Them people performing indescent preposals

And dumping newborns in garbage disposals

You'd better find a righteous path you can follow

Cuz you're not promised tomorrow in this little shop of horrors

[Chorus x4]

[Shabazz The Disciple]

Today's forecast is a death storm, a fatal flood

Out sitting over the projects, raining blood

Mad souls drift away in a tornado

Baby's being held by the hand that rocks the cradle

And all the dead start to rise, death in their eyes

Suddenly hunt the one that took their lives

The walls of Hell are closing in on all sides

You're trapped in a death square with 30 foot ties

Souls drift a stray in the whirlpool spin

Ashes of a dead man blowing in the wind

Running for our lives, we've seen alice in chains

Sitting on a chair holding here own brain

A man layed slain in the rain

Rats knibbled on his brain until the morgue trucks came

Evil spirits deliver them souls to the soul fire

Flesh decaying while laying in the meyer

Trapped in the land of the lost, possessed by the cross

The holy force, headed for holocaust

Your religion's insanity, Christianity kills

The place's possessed by horror in Amittyville

That's why I'm trying to get up cuz you're not promised tomorrow

I'm spearing straight out of the little shop of horrors

Yeah, yeah, no doubt

[Chorus x2]

Yeah, yeah, spraying us out

Human beings