Remedy (NY), Cappadonna, Ghostface Killah, Conway The Machine - The Pulpit lyrics

Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S.

[Remedy NY, Cappadonna, Ghostface Killah, Conway The Machine - The Pulpit lyrics]

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

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

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

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

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

Don't you know?

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