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GZA – Firehouse Lyrics

[Ka]
Thought life rest in A. 45, aim for head, chest fortified
Sons look for revenge, out of stress, daughters cry
Got to do it here, can't afford to try
Thought the gutter ended in the 'Ville, then I saw the sky
They get wet daily, it's a live nigga water ride
Just slow and steady when the rain step inside, let the tortoise by
It's the hundred man street value, hundred grand
Instant, nothing planned, ripping shit you couldn't understand
Came heaven to warn, I'm repping the lifeless
Weapon of Christ is, you run out? I'm steppin' in
Check with the seven deadly devices, living the real world
Fuck, your love from a real girl, raised my sister
Amongst the slime and the crime, now she a I'll pearl
Never seen nothing like me, I'm for those who get it on nightly
You need a boost of strength, put it on, recite me
I tour with toast, cuz drama's always close
Feeling the waves, killa praise, applaud my folks
From the quarter most raw, absorb the quotes
For sure I'm the cure, and this more than those
Yeah, I'm from the bottom but I look forward to gross

[Chorus: gza (Ka)]
In the gutter, some ride, some chill (some chill)
I'm from the gutter, some 'Stuy, some 'Ville (some 'Ville)
Know many brothers, some cry, some build
Word to the mother, some lie, some steal (steal)
Some get popped, some die, some heal (some heal)
Some get knocked, some hide and some real
(Some even bust shots, some live, some kill)
(But that's gutter where Ka and them chill)

[Ka]
Slim nigga with the fat pound, back down
Most brolic dude, try to move, hit him in the face
Never again taste solid food, same shit
I'm in solitude, or with the wildest crew
Bulletproof down my coats, like Ghost Wallets shoe
I run wit a crook or two, look who escaped out Brooklyn Zoo
Fuck that queen, I show you what a knight, and a rook'll do
New York City Bronson, heat up quicker than Vinnie Johnson
A block got Bloods now, it's like a mini Compton
To have honey smiling, need money piling
Bundles, bundles, bundles, a hundred thousand
That's why with my gun I'm browsing
On the hottest strip to see you, I gotta hit the star running housing
I listen to my ear, respect my ego
If I need council, bounce through, check my people
The first on Earth with the same thirst I accept is equal
Never move with crews, you lose with the steps beneath you
I rep a lethal and beef, might elect to mosquite you
From where beef great you, do as much as dirt as us
But they preach lethal
The block is crashed, the blast from the heat teach you
If one lesson fail, oh well, the streets keep you
Had his dreams, one magazine, she sleep you

[Chorus: gza (Ka)]
In the gutter, some ride, some chill (some chill)
I'm from the gutter, some 'Stuy, some 'Ville (some 'Ville)
Know many brothers, some cry, some build
Word to the mother, some lie, some steal (steal)
Some get popped, some die, some heal (some heal)
Some get knocked, some hide and some real
(Some even bust shots, some live, some kill)
(But that's gutter where Ka and them chill)
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