Where I Rest At

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Yo, smell that gun powder in the air? Yo, I smell it, kid Word up Shit is like this every day when I wake up We go through this shit all the time, kid It's a war zone It ain't nothing new over here Word up You know? Killa Army time Shaolin side of things It's Born Bill, nigga Yo, check it out Where I rest at, niggas scheme and plot, sling rocks Dodged cops, so when I block it get fought Bust a shot or get shot, smoke pot, get locked Do a bid or some talk, then resurface to the street Some don't last one week where I rest at Keep a vest and a gat at least three ways back So the Flats can't track where I rest at Do the one and two time, double dirty cross Sneaky snake fucks, where I rest at I rest that, kid, but where I rest at, the grind wave be jumpin' off Like suicide committers on a busy highway With they clothes off, the fire trucks rush Po's swine blow your doors off Got nine year olds toying with a sawed-off He hardly ties Nikes up right, so how the fuck he blow his toes off? From modernized project holocaust where I rest at Steppin' out the front doors is set back A war zone of death traps waiting to consume those who get trapped It's Shaolin, a villainous sound and filled with hidden Pure-bred killer niggas who thrive on the forbidden Ritual of getting you in the drop, fuck stick and move They pick you and dismemberly pop like Scottie Pippen Most niggas' fame long as chain gangs in state prison Wu-Tang reign as worldwide kings from Dirty Richmond Where I rest at, niggas scheme and plot, sling rocks Dodged cops, so when I block it get fought Bust a shot or get shot, smoke pot, get locked Do a bid or some talk, then resurface to the street Some don't last one week where I rest at Keep a vest and a gat at least three ways back So the Flats can't track where I rest at Do the one and two time, double dirty cross Sneaky snake fucks, where I rest at Yo, I dwell in the slums, roll amongst the bums like Jesús While ignorant brothers strive to get juice Hustlin' rocks on the block and get caught By crooked cops like Ace and Mammola You might get away if you got enough stamina And escape Death Valley, filled with crack alleys Crockies, bricks, and boulders And niggas who think they real live soldiers I made my money for me to eat on 7th Street Where the crackheads meet and walk the block Like the cops on the beat, too many heads draw heat So I keep it short and sweet and stay on my feet 'Cause niggas'll step on your toes and I peeped your whole strategy You changed your name to Jealousy, your man's name is Envy That's why you're 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 me and Black In the back of Ms. Pat's plottin' on these savage cats How to make 'em run all they scratch And stick 'em for all they got, don't ever cross me I'm from Cipher He and the B.R. where I rest at Where I rest at, niggas scheme and plot, sling rocks Dodged cops, so when I block it get fought Bust a shot or get shot, smoke pot, get locked Do a bid or some talk, then resurface to the street Some don't last one week where I rest at Keep a vest and a gat at least three ways back So the Flats can't track where I rest at Do the one and two time, double dirty cross Sneaky snake fucks, where I rest at Where I rest at