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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 Letras de cancionesI 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 From Letras Mania