k**a Sin - Where I Rest At lyrics

Intro: Beretta 9 & k**a Sin Yo. Smell that gun powder in the air? Yo. I smell it, kid sh** is like this everyday when I wake up We do this sh** all time, kid It's a war zone It ain't nothing new over here Word up You know? k**army time. Military thing Shaolin thing It's Born, build n***a Gotta civilize Yo. Check it out. Yo. Yo Chorus: Beretta 9 Where I rest at n***as 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 f**s, where I rest at [k**a 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 f** he blow his toes off? From modernized project [ ] halls where I rest at Stepping out the front door's a setback And war zones and d**h traps Waiting to consume those who get trapped In Shaolin, a villainous island Filled with hidden purebred k**ing n***as Who thrive on the forbidden ritual Of getting you in the drop, f** stick and move They pick you and just randomly pop like Scottie Pippen Most n***as fame long as chain gangs in state prisons Wu Tang reign is worldwide Kings from dirty rich men (Chorus) [Shogun Assa**on] Yo, yo, I dwell in the slum, roll amongst the bums Like ?hai-shews?, while ignorant brothers strive to get j**els 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 d**h valley, filled with crack alleys ?Crock? these bricks and boulders at n***as 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 n***as'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 sh** And lock down the whole strip, and you won't make sh** Cuz I got that white-white and my sh** 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...