[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 and drugs and extortion
DeLucas vs. Starkiano, 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 settle the score
Butcher shops are filled with chopped-up casualties
I make sure to keep guns in all my faculties
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 self
[Interlude: Ghostface Killah & U-God]
'Cause in a war zone, the call is every man for self
'Cause in a war zone, the call is every man for self (Uh, yo, uh)
[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
Fuck the DeLucas, we got shooters with submachines
Bone-crushin' niggas 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 cocked at the whorehouse
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
Forty-five in my holster, let me stretch my arms
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 and drugs and extortion
DeLucas vs. Starkiano, 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 settle the score
Butcher shops are filled with chopped-up casualties
I make sure to keep guns in all my faculties
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 self
[Interlude: Ghostface Killah & U-God]
'Cause in a war zone, the call is every man for self
'Cause in a war zone, the call is every man for self (Uh, yo, uh)
[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
Fuck the DeLucas, we got shooters with submachines
Bone-crushin' niggas 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 cocked at the whorehouse
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
Forty-five in my holster, let me stretch my arms
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