Where I Rest At - Killarmy

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 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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