Where I Rest At

Lyrics

[Intro: Beretta 9 & Killa Sin] Yo, Smell that gun powder in the air? Yo, I smell it, kid Shit is like this everyday when I wake up We do this shit all time, kid It's a war zone It ain't nothing new over here Word up You know? Killarmy time Military thing Shaolin thing It's Born, build nigga Gotta civilize Yo. Check it out. Yo. Yo [Chorus: Beretta 9] Where I rest at niggas scheme and plot Sling rocks, stars, cops over on our block and get fought Bust a shot and get shot, smoke pot, get locked Do a bid, while some taught to resurface to the street Some don't last one week Where I rest at keep a vest and a gat at least three ways back So, the flash can't track, where I rest at do the one to time Double dirty crossed sneaky snake fucks, where I rest at [Verse 1: Killa Sin] I respect that, kid But where I rest at, the crime wave be jumping off Like suicide committers on the busy highway with their clothes off The fire trucks rush Po swine blow your doors off Got nine-year-olds toying with a sawed-off He hardly tie his Nikes up right so how the fuck he blow his toes off? From modernized project holocaust where I rest at Stepping out the front door's a setback And war zones and death traps Waiting to consume those who get trapped In Shaolin, a villainous island Filled with hidden purebred killing niggas Who thrive on the forbidden ritual Of getting you in the drop, fuck stick and move They pick you and just randomly pop like Scottie Pippen Most niggas fame long as chain gangs in state prisons Wu Tang reign is worldwide Kings from dirty rich men [Chorus: Beretta 9] Where I rest at niggas scheme and plot Sling rocks, stars, cops over on our block and get fought Bust a shot and get shot, smoke pot, get locked Do a bid, while some taught to resurface to the street Some don't last, one week Where I rest at keep a vest and a gat at least three ways back So, the flash can't track, where I rest at do the one to time Double dirty crossed sneaky snake fucks, where I rest at [Verse 2: Shogun Assasson] Yo, yo, I dwell in the slum, roll amongst the bums Like Jesus, while ignorant brothers strive to get juice Hustling rocks on the blocks and get caught be crooked cops A haitian mamila, you might get a way if you got enough stamina And escape death valley, filled with crack alleys Clock these bricks and boulders at niggas who think they real-live soldiers I make my money for me to eat on 7th street Where the crackheads meet and walk the block like cops on the beat Too many heads draw heat, so I keep it short and sweet and stay on my feet Cuz niggas'll step on your toes, and I peeped your whole strategy You change your name to jealousy, your man's name is envy That's why your mad at me, cuz I start tackling shit And lock down the whole strip, and you won't make shit Cuz I got that white-white and my shit sells all night I got what the fiends like, it was mere black in the back off his packs Plotting on these savage cats, how to make them run all they scratch And stick them for all they got, don't ever cross me I'm from Cipher heat, and it be on where I rest at [Chorus: Beretta 9] Where I rest at niggas scheme and plot Sling rocks, stars, cops over on our block and get fought Bust a shot and get shot, smoke pot, get locked Do a bid, while some taught to resurface to the street Some don't last, one week Where I rest at keep a vest and a gat at least three ways back So, the flash can't track, where I rest at do the one to time Double dirty crossed sneaky snake fucks, where I rest at [Beretta 9] Where I rest at...