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"Blood on the Cobblestones" is a track by Ghostface Killah, from the album Twelve Reasons to Die, released 16th April 2013. Full lyrics are available below.
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[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 [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] So the DeLucas want Tone? Nah, not today Cock and spray, side with 'em and you got to pay Don't even kill 'em, just make 'em feel a lot of pain Stake out his wife and his seed at the soccer game Greet 'em with open arms, beat 'em with no regard Feed 'em .223s, squeeze 'em, leave 'em with no resolve Make a lead on me, reppin' for the territory No steppin' on me, brethren, that's a negatory You want a war? These men pop dangerous Taking all in a ten-block radius Murder rate double, triple, cripple the strip Like it got hit with a couple of missiles Eight will fly through your door, I'll get in your crib In a wig in a cable guy uniform My shooters maneuver, we got DeLuca in the scope Movin' close, say the word, Tone, dude is ghost [Outro: Ghostface Killah] 'Cause in a war zone, the call is every man for self
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