Az - The Battlefield lyrics

[Verse 1: Ghostface k**ah] Ayo, I'm back after nine years, that's 36 seasons sh** is changed up for all types of reasons Staten Island ain't the same, sh** is lame No familiar faces son, I'm dodging the game I want a clean slate, but these cops stay screwin' Snatching me up off the block, what am I doin'? Oh, it's officer Dingle and his sidekick Berry Driving me around the hood so I could worry See how f**ed up it is there's crackheads on every corner Kids in the schoolyard smoking marijuana I ain't feeling it, this ain't the way I left these blocks And my name's faded out like some old damn socks I want respect, these streets was my playground once I was the Mack across 110th on these stunts Not once would a n***a test me or gets zesty I would walk down the street and sneeze, they all blessed me [Hook: Tre Williams] Been on the battlefield for a long, long time I can see life closing in on this old body of mine [Verse 2: Kool G Rap] Yeah, homie, I'm the kingpin called Future Make a k**in' in these buildings in the millions, got ‘em feeling like Brewster sh** hot as Fallujah, kids grown now, they co*k Rugers Welcome back to the sewers, where new whips maneuver No kids playing, no safe and sound havens There's tre pound cases, on the playground pavement No more dudes with 22's, in their sneaker soles Kids tote sh** that leave your body, with a heap of holes I'm that neighborhood blizzard, flooding these streets with snow Heavy iron on the ready, my sh**'ll crease your clothes Keep a flock of sweetest hoes, yeah, I sleeps with those Little slum young Keisha Coles with cheaper clothes Undercovers all around the gutter, they creepin' low I stays ahead, kid, I toss bread like pizza dough I keep the tef' around my torso with the piece below That bulldog short nose, G be at peace w,ith those, you know? [Hook] [Verse 3: AZ] Mama Bear was a church woman, pop's skated off I was impaired, an introverted youngin', a lot changed my course From nowhere to my first onion then them cops came across Flashed the badge, took my stash, told my little a** get lost Threw me off when my grind was prime time then You could step on and stretch mine's to a nine times ten I was gone, remembering though that fine line's thin So I studied that chessboard and we were all blind men Dealers ran the streets, but the D's ran them I was a k**er underneath, but needed expansion Something to constitute being high in a coupe The cries from my youth so I applied for the suit Salute to the enforcer, call me officer now Supporter of paraphernalia, I toss it around The link to the cartel, costs is down It's that Denzel in training day sh**, caution my grounds [Hook]