Blood on the Cobblestones

[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