Killarmy - Where I Rest At Lyrics
Intro: beretta 9 & killa sinYo. smell that gun powder in the air?Yo. I smell it, kid.Shit is like this everyday when I wake up.We do this shit all time, kid.Its a war zone.It aint nothing new over here.Word up.You know?Killarmy time. military thing.Shaolin thing.Its born, build nigga.Gotta civilize.Yo. check it out. yo. yo.Chorus: beretta 9Where I rest at niggaz scheme at plotSling rocks, stars, cops over on our block and get foughtBust a shot and get shot, smoke pot, get lockedDo a bid, while some taught to resurface to the streetSome dont last, wont weepWhere I rest at keep a vest and a gat at least three ways backSo, the flash cant track, where I rest at do the one to timeDouble dirty crossed sneeky snake *****s, where I rest at[killa sin]Kid, but where I rest at the crime wave be jumping offLike suicide, commitors on a busy highway with they clothes offThe fire trucks, trust, bull swine, blow your draws offThe nine year olds toying with his sword offHe can hardly tie his nikes up right, so how the ***** you blow his toes off>from modernized, so are common, coarsed, where I rest atSteping out the front doors is set backThe warzone, the death trap, waiting to consume those who get trappedShaolin, the villianous island filled with hidden pure-bredsKilling niggaz who thrive on the forbidden ritualsOr getting you in the drop, ***** sticking movesThe pick you almost mentally popped like scotty pippenMost niggaz fame is almost chain gangs in state prisonsWu-tang reign this worldwide cave for dirty richmen(chorus)[shogun assasson]Yo, yo, I dwell in the slum, roll amongst the bumsLike ? hai-shews? , while ignorant brothers strive to get jewelsHustling rocks on the blocks and get caught be crooked copsA ? haitian mamila? , you might get a way if you got enough staminaAnd escape death valley, filled with crack alleys? crock? these bricks and boulders at niggaz who think they real-live soldiersI make my money from here to ? edo? , seventh streetWhere the crackheads meet and walk on the block like cops on the beatToo many heads draw heat, so I keep it short and sweet, stay on my feetCuz niggazll step on your toes, and I peeped you strategyTo change your name to jealousy, your mans name is envyThats why your mad at me, cuz I start tackling shitAnd lock down the whole strip, and you wont make shitCuz I got that white-white and my shit sells all nightI got what the fiends like, it was meer black in the back off his pantsPlotting on these savage cats, how to make them run all they scratchAnd stick them for all they gats, dont ever cross meIm precise the ? heed? , and it be on where I rest at(chorus)[beretta 9]Where I rest at...
