Where I Rest At

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 niggas 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, one week
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]

I respect that, kid
But where I rest at, the crime wave be jumping off
Like suicide committers on the busy highway with their clothes off
The fire trucks rush
Po swine blow your doors off
Got nine-year-olds toying with a sawed-off
He hardly tie his Nikes up right so how the fuck he blow his toes off?
From modernized project [ ] halls where I rest at
Stepping out the front door's a setback
And war zones and death traps
Waiting to consume those who get trapped
In Shaolin, a villainous island
Filled with hidden purebred killing niggas
Who thrive on the forbidden ritual
Of getting you in the drop, fuck stick and move
They pick you and just randomly pop like Scottie Pippen
Most niggas fame long as chain gangs in state prisons
Wu Tang reign is worldwide
Kings from dirty rich men

(Chorus)

[Shogun Assasson]
Yo, yo, I dwell in the slum, roll amongst the bums
Like Jesus, while ignorant brothers strive to get juice
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
Clock these bricks and boulders at niggas who think they real-live soldiers
I make my money for me to eat on 7th street
Where the crackheads meet and walk the block like cops on the beat
Too many heads draw heat, so I keep it short and sweet and stay on my feet
Cuz niggas'll step on your toes, and I peeped your whole strategy
You 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 mere black in the back off his packs
Plotting on these savage cats, how to make them run all they scratch
And stick them for all they got, don't ever cross me
I'm from Cipher heat, and it be on where I rest at

(Chorus)

[Beretta 9]
Where I rest at...