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?