(feat. Startel)

		

		[RZA]

Niggas never grow up, some drink til they throw up

Some sniff that cocaine til they fucking brains blow up

Grass junkies, drunk on that Brass Monkey

Walk around wit the brain of a Crash Dummie

How the fuck you gonna try to gas cash from me?

You be in the House of a 1,000 Corpse like Rob Zombie

Culture this I God, all inside your iPod

Cuz my squad, nigga is die hard



[Chorus 2X: Startel]

Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds

Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground

Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's getting colder

Hood's like Iraq, and I'm just a soldier



[RZA]

Niggas creep, yo, check it, yo, yo

Welcome to the City of God, where it's gritty and hard

And these dogs walk around at least, fifty a squad

Saying give me a yard, trynna, split me a broad

Maybe, spit me a dart, so I could, get me a car

Niggas creep, half can't read or speak

Shoot the whole crib, buckwild like Little Zeke

From the slums, yeah, we be the blind, deaf and dumb

We got six year old sons, knowing how to use a gun

They would shoot and don't think about it, won't even blink about it

Go home, lay on momma breast, nigga, drink about it

So while you huff and you puff, like you rough and tough

Your ass turn to a bitch once you in the cuffs



[Chorus]



[RZA]

Nobody understands me, not even my family

Most important man on the planet, still they ban me

Instead of giving praises and revealing a Grammy

They'd rather see me stressed out, concealing my jammy

Hoping, I got smoked out and broke like Sammy

Spent the wheel of fortune then get struck wit a whammy

Never that, black, I got my act together

How can hip hop be dead when Wu-Tang is forever?



[Chorus 2X]