The Pulpit

[Chorus: Cappadonna]
Don't you know?
This is the street life right here in the pulpit
Where niggas hustle all night, goons be shootin' shit
Keep your family in the house, lock your doors tonight
Every hood where I come from the wars are like
This is the street life right here in the pulpit
Where niggas hustle all night, goons be shootin' shit
Keep your family in the house, lock your doors tonight
Every hood where I come from the wars are like

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Uh, I cooked the best work, my shit sell well
Fingertips blistered all night baggin' 12-12s
Mama said your bullshit gon' get you in a jail cell
Fuck it, long as money on my books and I get mail still (I ain't trippin')
Yeah, I'm the nigga you gotta check for
Your whole set can suck my dick, I don't respect y'all
Chow time, Shots got his razor in the mess hall
Well, he gon' poke you in the neck and then wreck y'all (Hold that, pussy)
My other homie got two to four (Huh)
Most of my shooters locked up so I'm recruitin' more
That mean all summer long they gon' be shootin' more (Brr)
Shit, all I gotta do is call

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, we used to bubble in the winter
Bulletproof Benz even the skully was bulletproof
Triple fat gooses clips longer than umbilicals, four crisp yellow coops
Rocket launchers'll push your living room through the roof
Sex money murder the name of the dust
Your mother come, I'm servin' her, she buy all my stuff
Jury sculptured out boats from Gilligan's Island
Heavy chains hundred Gs a week, that's a piece of allowance
Godfather clocks hang over the Scarface mural
Gold fronts, mug shots, finished well and coke, drawn Glocks
Never penny pitched, my ones addicted to zeroes
Changed my face, gained a limp, tricked the Federal Bureau
The national Gods, they played ejection Hungarian stars
Holding them M16s, looking for Starks

[Verse 3: Remedy]
Hip-hop's holiest gunnin' soloist, son unloadin' clips
The remedy, you're left with sudden loneliness, my condolences
I'm from the era where they told you run your polo ships
And straight to Key Largo where the ocean is, couple Dobermans
Reconnect lower fuse quick, put you in the news clip
New whip, Griselda Wu shit, new shit
Yeah, so listen while I'm speakin'
True shit, I made money while I'm sleepin'
I see that everything's been realized, life's tragic
False prophecy, there's no amount of money or magic
Royal Straight Flush, four of a kind
Poker faces all in, throw the trips down while stakes climb
I move quick, they barely saw it
Never hurt no one that don't deserve it
Never rob no one that can't afford it
The hidden gems are the jewels I drop, the music stop
Cool mil' but the ruger hot, blew the spot

[Chorus: Cappadonna]
Don't you know?
This is the street life right here in the pulpit
Where niggas hustle all night, goons be shootin' shit
Keep your family in the house, lock your doors tonight
Every hood where I come from the wars are like
This is the street life right here in the pulpit
Where niggas hustle all night, goons be shootin' shit
Keep your family in the house, lock your doors tonight
Every hood where I come from the wars are like

[Outro]
Don't you know?