Blood On The Cobblestones Lyrics

Featuring U-God & Inspectah Deck
With Cuts by DJ Mark Luv

(Verse 1: Ghostface Killah)
Yo
Ayo it's war on the street
Blood on the cobblestone
I leave em buried alive
Just like a fossil bone
Body bags line the streets
Reporters reportin'
Mafia ties, drugs and extortion
DeLucas vs. Stark-iano
Headline the news
Police pull war
Crime they gonna lose
Judges get kidnapped
Casualties get decapitated
Starks rise above all
To be emancipated
Black Godfather
Families at war
Drive bys and Molotovs
Settle the score
Bourgeois shops are filled
With chopped up causalities
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

(Hook)
Closing the wars on a cause, every man for self
Closing the wars on a cause, every man for self
Closing the wars on a cause, every man for self

(Verse 2)
How you prepared for war?
Grab yo guns and yo hardware
Never close yo eyes in the baller chyeah
Your heart of a lion, that's what got up here
Bulletproof the car, yo we outta here
Fuck niggas niggas, we got shooters with sub machines
Go flushin niggas like a book quarantine
Under a new regime
The O, we throw it out
Spit back the hammer, niggas know we throwed em out
Keep your gun cocked
At the ho house, sip the brown liquor while we move a quarter ounce
Pick the territories, move north and south
The high power shine
Yours is watered down, I'm underground
With the vesters is on, open up your head
Now yo flesh is torn
Never turn my back up against the raw
Push hold it, the best come test the don
Fully 5 in my holster, let me stretch my arms

(Hook)
Closing the wars on a cause, every man for self
Closing the wars on a cause, every man for self

(Verse)
So the De Lucas want Ton, nah not today
Cockin spray side, with em and you got the pay
Don't even kill er, just make er kill a lot of pain
Stake out his wife and his seat at the soccer game
We done went open arms, we done went over clause
Freedom to 2-3's, squeeze em, leave em with no resolve
Make the led on me, weapon for the territory
No steppin on me, ledge and that's a nugatory
You want a war? These men pop dangerous
Taking all in a 10 block radius
Murder rate double, triple, cripple the strip
Like you got hit with a couple of missiles
8 will fly through yo door
I get in yo crib, in a wig, in a cable guy uniform
My shooters maneuver, got De Luca in the scope
Moving close, say the word, Ton you just Ghost