Where I Rest At Lyrics
| Song | Where I Rest At |
| Artist | Killarmy |
| Album | Dirty Weaponry |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Alexander, Bougard, Grant ... | |
| 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 niggaz scheme at 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, won't weep | |
| 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 sneeky snake fucks, where i rest at | |
| [killa sin] | |
| Kid, but where i rest at the crime wave be jumping off | |
| Like suicide, commitors on a busy highway with they clothes off | |
| The fire trucks, trust, bull swine, blow your draws off | |
| The nine year olds toying with his sword off | |
| He can hardly tie his nikes up right, so how the fuck you blow his toes off | |
| >from modernized, so are common, coarsed, where i rest at | |
| Steping out the front doors is set back | |
| The warzone, the death trap, waiting to consume those who get trapped | |
| Shaolin, the villianous island filled with hidden pure-breds | |
| Killing niggaz who thrive on the forbidden rituals | |
| Or getting you in the drop, fuck sticking moves | |
| The pick you almost mentally popped like scotty pippen | |
| Most niggaz fame is almost chain gangs in state prisons | |
| Wu-tang reign this worldwide cave for dirty richmen | |
| (chorus) | |
| [shogun assasson] | |
| Yo, yo, i dwell in the slum, roll amongst the bums | |
| Like ?hai-shews?, while ignorant brothers strive to get jewels | |
| 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 | |
| ?crock? these bricks and boulders at niggaz who think they real-live soldiers | |
| I make my money from here to ?edo?, seventh street | |
| Where the crackheads meet and walk on the block like cops on the beat | |
| Too many heads draw heat, so i keep it short and sweet, stay on my feet | |
| Cuz niggaz'll step on your toes, and i peeped you strategy | |
| To 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 meer black in the back off his pants | |
| Plotting on these savage cats, how to make them run all they scratch | |
| And stick them for all they gats, don't ever cross me | |
| I'm precise the ?heed?, and it be on where i rest at | |
| (chorus) | |
| [beretta 9] | |
| Where i rest at... |
| zuo qu : Alexander, Bougard, Grant ... | |
| 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 niggaz scheme at 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, won' t weep | |
| 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 sneeky snake fucks, where i rest at | |
| killa sin | |
| Kid, but where i rest at the crime wave be jumping off | |
| Like suicide, commitors on a busy highway with they clothes off | |
| The fire trucks, trust, bull swine, blow your draws off | |
| The nine year olds toying with his sword off | |
| He can hardly tie his nikes up right, so how the fuck you blow his toes off | |
| from modernized, so are common, coarsed, where i rest at | |
| Steping out the front doors is set back | |
| The warzone, the death trap, waiting to consume those who get trapped | |
| Shaolin, the villianous island filled with hidden purebreds | |
| Killing niggaz who thrive on the forbidden rituals | |
| Or getting you in the drop, fuck sticking moves | |
| The pick you almost mentally popped like scotty pippen | |
| Most niggaz fame is almost chain gangs in state prisons | |
| Wutang reign this worldwide cave for dirty richmen | |
| chorus | |
| shogun assasson | |
| Yo, yo, i dwell in the slum, roll amongst the bums | |
| Like ? haishews?, while ignorant brothers strive to get jewels | |
| 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 | |
| ? crock? these bricks and boulders at niggaz who think they reallive soldiers | |
| I make my money from here to ? edo?, seventh street | |
| Where the crackheads meet and walk on the block like cops on the beat | |
| Too many heads draw heat, so i keep it short and sweet, stay on my feet | |
| Cuz niggaz' ll step on your toes, and i peeped you strategy | |
| To 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 whitewhite and my shit sells all night | |
| I got what the fiends like, it was meer black in the back off his pants | |
| Plotting on these savage cats, how to make them run all they scratch | |
| And stick them for all they gats, don' t ever cross me | |
| I' m precise the ? heed?, and it be on where i rest at | |
| chorus | |
| beretta 9 | |
| Where i rest at... |
| zuò qǔ : Alexander, Bougard, Grant ... | |
| 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 niggaz scheme at 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, won' t weep | |
| 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 sneeky snake fucks, where i rest at | |
| killa sin | |
| Kid, but where i rest at the crime wave be jumping off | |
| Like suicide, commitors on a busy highway with they clothes off | |
| The fire trucks, trust, bull swine, blow your draws off | |
| The nine year olds toying with his sword off | |
| He can hardly tie his nikes up right, so how the fuck you blow his toes off | |
| from modernized, so are common, coarsed, where i rest at | |
| Steping out the front doors is set back | |
| The warzone, the death trap, waiting to consume those who get trapped | |
| Shaolin, the villianous island filled with hidden purebreds | |
| Killing niggaz who thrive on the forbidden rituals | |
| Or getting you in the drop, fuck sticking moves | |
| The pick you almost mentally popped like scotty pippen | |
| Most niggaz fame is almost chain gangs in state prisons | |
| Wutang reign this worldwide cave for dirty richmen | |
| chorus | |
| shogun assasson | |
| Yo, yo, i dwell in the slum, roll amongst the bums | |
| Like ? haishews?, while ignorant brothers strive to get jewels | |
| 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 | |
| ? crock? these bricks and boulders at niggaz who think they reallive soldiers | |
| I make my money from here to ? edo?, seventh street | |
| Where the crackheads meet and walk on the block like cops on the beat | |
| Too many heads draw heat, so i keep it short and sweet, stay on my feet | |
| Cuz niggaz' ll step on your toes, and i peeped you strategy | |
| To 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 whitewhite and my shit sells all night | |
| I got what the fiends like, it was meer black in the back off his pants | |
| Plotting on these savage cats, how to make them run all they scratch | |
| And stick them for all they gats, don' t ever cross me | |
| I' m precise the ? heed?, and it be on where i rest at | |
| chorus | |
| beretta 9 | |
| Where i rest at... |
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