Intro: Beretta 9 & Killa Sin




Yo. 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.



It's A War Zone.



It Ain't Nothing New Over Here.



Word Up.



You Know?



Killarmy Time. Military Thing.



Shaolin Thing.



It's Born Build Nigga.



Gotta Civilize.



Yo. Check It Out. Yo. Yo.




Chorus: Beretta 9




Where I Rest At Niggaz Scheme At Plot



Sling Rocks, Stars, Cops Over On Our Block And Get Fought



Bust A Shot And Get Shot, Smoke Pot, Get Locked



Do A Bid, While Some Taught To Resurface To The Street



Some Don't Last, Won't Weep



Where I Rest At Keep A Vest And A Gat At Least Three Ways Back



So, The Flash Can't Track, Where I Rest At Do The One To Time



Double Dirty Crossed Sneeky Snake F**ks, Where I Rest At




[Killa Sin]



Kid, But Where I Rest At The Crime Wave Be Jumping Off



Like Suicide, Commitors On A Busy Highway With They Clothes Off



The Fire Trucks, Trust, Bull Swine, Blow Your Draws Off



The Nine Year Olds Toying With His Sword Off



He Can Hardly Tie His Nikes Up Right, So How The F**k You Blow His Toes Off



>From Modernized, So Are Common, Coarsed, Where I Rest At



Steping Out The Front Doors Is Set Back



The Warzone, The Death Trap, Waiting To Consume Those Who Get Trapped



Shaolin, The Villianous Island Filled With Hidden Pure-breds



Killing Niggaz Who Thrive On The Forbidden Rituals



Or Getting You In The Drop, F**k Sticking Moves



The Pick You Almost Mentally Popped Like Scotty Pippen



Most Niggaz Fame Is Almost Chain Gangs In State Prisons



Wu-Tang Reign This Worldwide Cave For Dirty Richmen




(Chorus)