Where I Rest At Lyrics - Killarmy

Intro: beretta 9 & killa sin 

Yo. smell that gun powder in the air? 

Yo. I smell it, kid. 

Shit is like this everyday when I wake up. 

We do this shit all time, kid. 

It's a war zone. 

It ain't nothing new over here. 

Word up. 

You know? 

Killarmy time. military thing. 

Shaolin thing. 

It's born, build nigga. 

Gotta civilize. 

Yo. check it out. yo. yo. 

Chorus: beretta 9 

Where I rest at niggaz 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 fucks, where I rest at 

[killa sin] 

Kid, but where I rest at the crime wave be jumping off 

Like suicide, commitors on a busy highway with they clothes off 

The fire trucks, trust, bull swine, blow your draws off 

The nine year olds toying with his sword off 

He can hardly tie his nikes up right, so how the fuck you blow his toes off 

>from modernized, so are common, coarsed, where I rest at 

Steping out the front doors is set back 

The warzone, the death trap, waiting to consume those who get trapped 

Shaolin, the villianous island filled with hidden pure-breds 

Killing niggaz who thrive on the forbidden rituals 

Or getting you in the drop, fuck sticking moves 

The pick you almost mentally popped like scotty pippen 

Most niggaz fame is almost chain gangs in state prisons 

Wu-tang reign this worldwide cave for dirty richmen 

(chorus) 

[shogun assasson] 

Yo, yo, I dwell in the slum, roll amongst the bums 

Like ? hai-shews? , while ignorant brothers strive to get jewels 

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 death valley, filled with crack alleys 

? crock? these bricks and boulders at niggaz 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 

'cause niggaz'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, 'cause I start tackling shit 

And lock down the whole strip, and you won't make shit 

'cause I got that white-white and my shit 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...