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Correct Blood On The Cobblestones Lyrics
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Ghostface Killah
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Correct Blood On The Cobblestones
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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 [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 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!
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