Blood On The Cobblestones Lyrics - Adrian Younge

Yo, ayo there's war on the street 

Blood on the cobblestone 

I leave them buried alive just like a fossil bone 

Body bags line the streets, reporters reporting 

Mafia ties to drugs and extortion 

DeLucees vs. Starkeano headline the news 

Police call war on crime they gonna lose 

Judges get kidnapped captains get decapitated 

Starks rise above all to be emancipated 

Black godfather, families at war 

Drive by's and Molotovs to settle the score 

Butcher shops filled with chopped up casualties 

I make sure to keep guns in all my faculties 

Streets going red when the boss is disrespected neglected 

I guarantee no man's protected 

To each his own grab a gun off the shelf 

Cause in a war zone of course every man for self (x3) 

[U-God] 

How you prepare for war, grab your guns and your hardware 

Never close your eyes in the barber chair 

Ya heart of a lion that's what got him here 

Bullet proof your car yo we're out of here 

Fuck the DeLucas we got? with sub-machines 

Bone crush a nigga like a football team 

Under a new regime, the old we throw it out 

Spit back the hammer you yo ought to throw them out 

Your gun cocked at the whole house 

Sip the brown liquor while we move a quarter ounce 

Pick the territories move north to south 

Your high power shine yours is watered down 

I'm underground with the vest on 

Open up your head now your flesh is torn 

Never turn my back of a restaurant 

Put holes in your chest come test the don 

45 of them hoes let me stretch my arms 

Cause in a war zone of course every man for self (x3) 

[Inspectah Deck] 

So the DeLucas want Tone nah not today 

Cock his spray side with him and you got to pay 

Don't even kill him just make him feel a lot of pain 

Stake out his wife and his seed at the soccer game 

Weed him with open arms weed him with open thoughts 

Feed him 2 2 3 squeeze him leave him with no resolve 

Make a led homie repping for the territory 

No steppin on me reg that's a negatory 

You want a war these men pop dangerous 

Taking all in a 10 block radius 

Murder rate double, triple 

Cripple the strip 

Like it got hit with a couple of missiles 

? through your door 

I get in your crib in wig in a cable guy uniform 

My shooters maneuver got DeLuca in the scope 

Movin close, say the word Tone you was ghost