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 fucks, 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 fuck 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, fuck 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

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 [Shogun Assasson]
 Yo, yo, I dwell in the slum, roll amongst the bums
 Like ?hai-shews?, while ignorant brothers strive to get jewels
 Hustling rocks on the blocks and get caught be crooked cops
 A ?haitian mamila?, you might get a way if you got enough stamina
 And escape death valley, filled with crack alleys
 ?Crock? these bricks and boulders at niggaz who think they real-live soldiers
 I make my money from here to ?edo?, seventh street
 Where the crackheads meet and walk on the block like cops on the beat
 Too many heads draw heat, so I keep it short and sweet, stay on my feet
 Cuz niggaz'll step on your toes, and I peeped you strategy
 To change your name to jealousy, your man's name is envy
 That's why your mad at me, cuz I start tackling shit
 And lock down the whole strip, and you won't make shit
 Cuz I got that white-white and my shit sells all night
 I got what the fiends like, it was meer black in the back off his pants
 Plotting on these savage cats, how to make them run all they scratch
 And stick them for all they gats, don't ever cross me
 I'm precise the ?heed?, and it be on where I rest at

 (Chorus)

 [Beretta 9]
 Where I rest at