U-god - Blood On the Cobblestones (Brown Tape) lyrics

[Verse 1: Ghostface k**ah] 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, d** and extortion DeLucas vs. Stark-iano, headline the news Police pull war on crime, they're gonna lose Judges get kidnapped, captains get decapitated Starks rise above all to be emancipated Black Godfather, families at war Drive-bys and Molotovs to settle the score Butcher shops are filled with chopped up casualties I made sure to keep guns in all my faculties The streets run red when the bosses disrespect us Neglected, I guarantee no man's protected To each his own, grab a gun off the shelf ‘Cause in a war zone, the call is every man for himself [Hook: Ghostface k**ah] ‘Cause in a war zone, the call is every man for himself ‘Cause in a war zone, the call is every man for himself [Verse 2: U-God] How you prepare for war? Grab your guns and your hardware Never close your eyes in the barber chair The heart of a lion, that's what got him here Bulletproof the car, yo, we outta here f** the DeLucas, we've got shooters with submachines Bone-crushing n***as like a football team, under a new regime The old we throw it out, spin back the hammer, let the lord sort 'em out Keep your gun co*ked, at the who*ehouse, sip the brown liquor While we move a quarter ounce, pick the territories Move north or south, the high power shine, yours is watered down I'm underground, with the vest is on, open up your head Now your flesh is torn, never turn my back up at restaurants Put holes in your chest, come test the don 45 in my holster, let me stretch my arms [Hook: Ghostface k**ah] ‘Cause in a war zone, the call is every man for himself ‘Cause in a war zone, the call is every man for himself [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] So the DeLucas want Tone? Nah, not today co*k and spray, side with 'em and you've got to pay Don't even k** 'em, just make 'em feel a lot of pain Stake out his wife and his seed at the soccer game Greet 'em with open arms, beat 'em with no regard Feed 'em two two-threes, freeze 'em, leave 'em with no resolve Make a lead on me, repping for the territory No stepping on me, brethren that's a negatory You want a war? These men pop dangerous Taking all in a ten block radius Murder rate double, triple, cripple the strip Like it got hit with a couple of missiles Eight will fly through your door, I'll get in your crib In a wig, in a cable guy uniform My shooters maneuver, we've got DeLuca in the scope Moving close, say the word, Tone, dude is ghost [Hook: Ghostface k**ah] ‘Cause in a war zone, the call is every man for himself ‘Cause in a war zone, the call is every man for himself