The Pulpit

[Chorus: Cappadonna] Don't you know? This is the street life right here in the pulpit Where niggas hustle all night, goons be shootin' shit Keep your family in the house, lock your doors tonight Every hood where I come from the wars are like This is the street life right here in the pulpit Where niggas hustle all night, goons be shootin' shit Keep your family in the house, lock your doors tonight Every hood where I come from the wars are like [Verse 1: Conway the Machine] Uh, I cooked the best work, my shit sell well Fingertips blistered all night baggin' 12-12s Mama said your bullshit gon' get you in a jail cell Fuck it, long as money on my books and I get mail still (I ain't trippin') Yeah, I'm the nigga you gotta check for Your whole set can suck my dick, I don't respect y'all Chow time, Shots got his razor in the mess hall Well, he gon' poke you in the neck and then wreck y'all (Hold that, pussy) My other homie got two to four (Huh) Most of my shooters locked up so I'm recruitin' more That mean all summer long they gon' be shootin' more (Brr) Shit, all I gotta do is call [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Yo, we used to bubble in the winter Bulletproof Benz even the skully was bulletproof Triple fat gooses clips longer than umbilicals, four crisp yellow coops Rocket launchers'll push your living room through the roof Sex money murder the name of the dust Your mother come, I'm servin' her, she buy all my stuff Jury sculptured out boats from Gilligan's Island Heavy chains hundred Gs a week, that's a piece of allowance Godfather clocks hang over the Scarface mural Gold fronts, mug shots, finished well and coke, drawn Glocks Never penny pitched, my ones addicted to zeroes Changed my face, gained a limp, tricked the Federal Bureau The national Gods, they played ejection Hungarian stars Holding them M16s, looking for Starks [Verse 3: Remedy] Hip-hop's holiest gunnin' soloist, son unloadin' clips The remedy, you're left with sudden loneliness, my condolences I'm from the era where they told you run your polo ships And straight to Key Largo where the ocean is, couple Dobermans Reconnect lower fuse quick, put you in the news clip New whip, Griselda Wu shit, new shit Yeah, so listen while I'm speakin' True shit, I made money while I'm sleepin' I see that everything's been realized, life's tragic False prophecy, there's no amount of money or magic Royal Straight Flush, four of a kind Poker faces all in, throw the trips down while stakes climb I move quick, they barely saw it Never hurt no one that don't deserve it Never rob no one that can't afford it The hidden gems are the jewels I drop, the music stop Cool mil' but the ruger hot, blew the spot [Chorus: Cappadonna] Don't you know? This is the street life right here in the pulpit Where niggas hustle all night, goons be shootin' shit Keep your family in the house, lock your doors tonight Every hood where I come from the wars are like This is the street life right here in the pulpit Where niggas hustle all night, goons be shootin' shit Keep your family in the house, lock your doors tonight Every hood where I come from the wars are like [Outro] Don't you know?