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feat. AZ, Kool G. Rap & Tre Williams
Produced By: Fizzy Womack & The Revelations
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Ayo, Iâm back after nine years, thatâs 36 seasons
Shit is changed up for all types of reasons
Staten Island ainât the same, shit is lame
No familiar faces son, Iâm dodging the game
I want a clean slate, but these cops stay screwinâ
Snatching me up off the block, what am I doinâ?
Oh, itâs officer Dingle and his sidekick Berry
Driving me around the hood so I could worry
See how fucked up it is thereâs crackheads on every corner
Kids in the schoolyard smoking marijuana
I ainât feeling it, this ainât the way I left these blocks
And my nameâs faded out like some old 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 and sneeze, they all blessed me
[Hook: Tre Williams]
Been on the battlefield for a long, long time
I can see life closing in on this old body of mine
[Verse 2: Kool G Rap]
Yeah, homie, Iâm the kingpin called Future
Make a killinâ in these buildings in the millions
Got âem feeling like Brewster
Shit hot as Fallujah
Kids grown now, they cock rugers
Welcome back to the sewers
Where new whips maneuver
No kids playing, no safe and sound havens
Thereâs tre pound cases on the playground pavement
No more dudes with 22âs in their sneaker soles
Kids tote shit that leave your body with a heap of holes
Iâm that neighborhood blizzard flooding these streets with snow
Heavy iron on the ready, my shitâll crease your clothes
Keep a flock of sweetest hoes, yeah, I sleeps with those
Little slum young Keisha Coles with cheaper clothes
Undercovers all around the gutter, they creepinâ low
I stays ahead, kid, I toss bread like pizza dough
I keep the tef around my torso with the piece below
That bulldog short nose, G be at peace with those, you know
[Hook]
[Verse 3: AZ]
Mama Bear was a church woman, popâs skated off
I was impaired, an introverted younginâ, a lot changed my course
From nowhere to my first onion then them cops came across Flashed the badge, took my stash, told my little ass get lost
Threw me off when my grind was prime time then
You could step on and stretch mineâs to a nine times ten
I was gone, remembering though that fine lineâs thin
So I studied that chessboard and we were all blind men
Dealers ran the streets, but the Dâs ran them
I was a killer underneath, but needed expansion
Something to constitute being high in a coupe
The cries from my youth so I applied for the suit
Salute to the enforcer, call me officer now
Supporter of paraphernalia, I toss it around
The link to the cartel, costs is down
Itâs that Denzel in training day shit, caution my grounds
[Hook]
- Album:
- Twelve Reasons to Die II
- Icon
- 36 Seasons
- Twelve Reasons to Die
- Supreme Clientele Presents... Blue & Cream: The Wally Era
- Apollo Kids
- Miscellaneous
- The Apollo Kids
- Ghostdini: The Wizard Of Poetry In Emerald City
- Ghostdeini The Great
- Bulletproof Wallets
- Supreme Clientele
- Ironman
- Hidden Darts
- The Big Doe Rehab
- More Fish
- The Pretty Toney Album
- The Big Doe Rehab (Edited Version)
- The Big Doe Rehab (Exclusive Edition [Edited])
- Apollo Kids (Edited Version)