| [Ka]Thought life rest in a .45, aim for head, chest fortified | |
| Sons look for revenge, out of stress, daughters cry | |
| Got to do it here, can't afford to try | |
| Thought the gutter ended in the ' | |
| Ville, then | |
| I saw the sky | |
| They get wet daily, it's a live nigga water ride | |
| Just slow and steady when the rain step inside, let the tortoise by | |
| It's the hundred man street value, hundred grand | |
| Instant, nothing planned, ripping shit you couldn't understand | |
| Came heaven to warn, | |
| I'm repping the lifeless | |
| Weapon of | |
| Christ is, you run out? | |
| I'm steppin' in | |
| Check with the seven deadly devices, living the real world | |
| Fuck, your love from a real girl, raised my sister | |
| Amongst the slime and the crime, now she a ill pearl | |
| Never seen nothing like me, | |
| I'm for those who get it on nightly | |
| You need a boost of strength, put it on, recite me | |
| I tour with toast, cuz drama's always close | |
| Feeling the waves, killa praise, applaud my folks | |
| From the quarter most raw, absorb the quotes | |
| For sure I'm the cure, and this more than those | |
| Yeah, I'm from the bottom but | |
| I look forward to gross[Chorus: GZA (Ka)] | |
| In the gutter, some ride, some chill (some chill) | |
| I'm from the gutter, some ' | |
| Stuy, some ' | |
| Ville (some 'Ville) | |
| Know many brothers, some cry, some build | |
| Word to the mother, some lie, some steal (steal) | |
| Some get popped, some die, some heal (some heal) | |
| Some get knocked, some hide and some real(Some even bust shots, some live, some kill)(But that's gutter where Ka and them chill)[Ka] | |
| Slim nigga with the fat pound, back down | |
| Most brolic dude, try to move, hit him in the face | |
| Never again taste solid food, same shit | |
| I'm in solitude, or with the wildest crew | |
| Bulletproof down my coats, like | |
| Ghost Wallets shoe | |
| I run wit a crook or two, look who escaped out | |
| Brooklyn Zoo | |
| Fuck that queen, | |
| I show you what a knight, and a rook'll do | |
| New York City | |
| Bronson, heat up quicker than | |
| Vinnie Johnson | |
| A block got | |
| Bloods now, it's like a mini | |
| ComptonTo have honey smiling, need money piling | |
| Bundles, bundles, bundles, a hundred thousand | |
| That's why with my gun | |
| I'm browsing | |
| On the hottest strip to see you, | |
| I gotta hit the star running housing | |
| I listen to my ear, respect my ego | |
| If I need council, bounce through, check my people | |
| The first on | |
| Earth with the same thirst | |
| I accept is equal | |
| Never move with crews, you lose with the steps beneath you | |
| I rep a lethal and beef, might elect to mosquite you | |
| From where beef great you, do as much as dirt as us | |
| But they preach lethal | |
| The block is crashed, the blast from the heat teach you | |
| If one lesson fail, oh well, the streets keep you | |
| Had his dreams, one magazine, she sleep you[Chorus][Ka] | |
| Iron body, every nigga with cavity shotty | |
| Forced to grow up quick, never sat on the potty | |
| Went from crawl to run, we want all or none | |
| Being fatherless bothered us, everybody who called me son | |
| Block scholastic, sunny chips from the rock jurassic | |
| For heavy glory, monk territory for a rotten casket | |
| Thought our young committee was gon' run the city | |
| When feds being unprepared, so | |
| I bum the smitty | |
| If you dare come and get me, | |
| I'm from royalty | |
| I represent myself, don't need no loyalty | |
| People call on me, cuz | |
| I'm ready when it's urgent | |
| Too much grace to tremble, hand steady a surgeon |
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