[Intro]
 At 3:47  more than 150 rounds of ammunition
 were fired into your apartment  which is about
 200 yards away  a few moments later  another
 50 to 75 were fired on that street  in a direct
 sideline to your newstand  two policemen were
 killed  a car down the street past damn near
 less than 10 feet from where you were  turned
 to the right and went directly in front of you,
 and you're gonna stand there and tell me you
 didn't see a god damn thing?!

 [Shabazz The Disciple]
 Enter.. enter the projects on the ferry
 Scary, greet you at the gate with Bloody Mary's
 Blood... blood... my ground full of blood
 Back to the cemetary.. get more blood
 Standing on the graves drinking blood and smoking bones
 We seen a crew of goons, running by with stolen tombstones
 With Hell's Angels on the chase
 He must've bust a black skull, who'll approach you, embrace
 And tie you up in chains and they stomp on your face
 They called it perpetory and they beat the fucking case
 I look around, mad bodies being buried in the ground
 The devil's busy snatching massive souls by the pound
 Another piece of meat lays dead in the streets
 Famillies in agony cuz niggaz met their defeat
 So, welcome to the Brooklyn house of pain
 Where you gangbang, a blame slang without a sane
 The slaughter house on the Hill
 with Cypress and of the snipers, over-populated with vipers
 This is the Hell where the mad God dwells
 And the people are intoxicated by evil spells
 You can't trust the future, so don't make plans
 Cuz the everybody's trigger happy in this haunted house land

 [Chorus x4: Kool G Rap sample]
 You're... you're not promised tomorrow
 in this little shop of horrors

 [Shabazz The Disciple]
 This Ruffhouse ain't in Columbia
 But in a tough city where the area is scarier and bumpier
 Where niggaz are quick to pull a glock in your mouth
 A hot rock in your mouth, bust a shot in your mouth
 And little shorty's living life on their own
 Survive by the gun until they die by the gun
 The atmosphere out here is full of curses
 The verses, sending them to churches in hurses
 The blow of death is always snuffing niggaz lives
 They swallowed too many 22's and coke 45's
 You never know when it's your day to get dropped by a stray
 bullet that ricochets off the wall in broad day
 So many shots they fire inspire evil desire
 Don't get caught up in Hell or on a cross in fire
 Too many innocent blood stains on streets, the shit is too
 The good are dying young but the evil's dead too
 And what's to blame, we're all guilty of sin
 But then again, there are a few good men
 In the projects on the Hill, better known as Murderville
 Where the chills turn to thrills, sudden urges to kill
 And everybogy gots the murder-mentality
 Out here your worst nightmare is someone's reality
 The land's infested with evil creatures
 Scary, witness cemetary-like features
 Buildings like tombstones, the air is filled with dread
 The living are possessed by spirits of evil dead
 Bring them around, chasing, death breathing for the grave
 In every building all these people understand is death slaves
 Fiending to escape a conscious mindstate
 can't face reality cuz their mentality can't hold the weight
 Them people performing indescent preposals
 And dumping newborns in garbage disposals
 You'd better find a righteous path you can follow
 Cuz you're not promised tomorrow in this little shop of horrors

 [Chorus x4]

 [Shabazz The Disciple]
 Today's forecast is a death storm, a fatal flood
 Out sitting over the projects, raining blood
 Mad souls drift away in a tornado
 Baby's being held by the hand that rocks the cradle
 And all the dead start to rise, death in their eyes
 Suddenly hunt the one that took their lives
 The walls of Hell are closing in on all sides
 You're trapped in a death square with 30 foot ties
 Souls drift a stray in the whirlpool spin
 Ashes of a dead man blowing in the wind
 Running for our lives, we've seen alice in chains
 Sitting on a chair holding here own brain
 A man layed slain in the rain
 Rats knibbled on his brain until the morgue trucks came
 Evil spirits deliver them souls to the soul fire
 Flesh decaying while laying in the meyer
 Trapped in the land of the lost, possessed by the cross
 The holy force, headed for holocaust
 Your religion's insanity, Christianity kills
 The place's possessed by horror in Amittyville
 That's why I'm trying to get up cuz you're not promised tomorrow
 I'm spearing straight out of the little shop of horrors

 Yeah, yeah, no doubt

 [Chorus x2]

 Yeah, yeah, spraying us out
 Human beings