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Shabazz The Disciple

Little Shop of Horrors

  hip-hop  wu-tang  rap  hip hop  wu-fam
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* EP on Red Hook Records.[Intro]At 3:47, more than 150 rounds of ammunitionwere fired into your apartment, which is about200 yards away, a few moments later, another50 to 75 were fired on that street, in a directsideline to your newstand, two policemen werekilled, a car down the street past damn nearless than 10 feet from where you were, turnedto the right and went directly in front of you,and you`re gonna stand there and tell me youdidn`t see a god damn thing?![Shabazz The Disciple]Enter.. enter the projects on the ferryScary, greet you at the gate with Bloody Mary`sBlood... blood... my ground full of bloodBack to the cemetary.. get more bloodStanding on the graves drinking blood and smoking bonesWe seen a crew of goons, running by with stolen tombstonesWith Hell`s Angels on the chaseHe must`ve bust a black skull, who`ll approach you, embraceAnd tie you up in chains and they stomp on your faceThey called it perpetory and they beat the fucking caseI look around, mad bodies being buried in the groundThe devil`s busy snatching massive souls by the poundAnother piece of meat lays dead in the streetsFamillies in agony cuz niggaz met their defeatSo, welcome to the Brooklyn house of painWhere you gangbang, a blame slang without a saneThe slaughter house on the Hillwith Cypress and of the snipers, over-populated with vipersThis is the Hell where the mad God dwellsAnd the people are intoxicated by evil spellsYou can`t trust the future, so don`t make plansCuz the everybody`s trigger happy in this haunted house land[Chorus x4: Kool G Rap sample]You`re... you`re not promised tomorrowin this little shop of horrors[Shabazz The Disciple]This Ruffhouse ain`t in ColumbiaBut in a tough city where the area is scarier and bumpierWhere niggaz are quick to pull a glock in your mouthA hot rock in your mouth, bust a shot in your mouthAnd little shorty`s living life on their ownSurvive by the gun until they die by the gunThe atmosphere out here is full of cursesThe verses, sending them to churches in hursesThe blow of death is always snuffing niggaz livesThey swallowed too many 22`s and coke 45`sYou never know when it`s your day to get dropped by a straybullet that ricochets off the wall in broad daySo many shots they fire inspire evil desireDon`t get caught up in Hell or on a cross in fireToo many innocent blood stains on streets, the shit is tooThe good are dying young but the evil`s dead tooAnd what`s to blame, we`re all guilty of sinBut then again, there are a few good menIn the projects on the Hill, better known as MurdervilleWhere the chills turn to thrills, sudden urges to killAnd everybogy gots the murder-mentalityOut here your worst nightmare is someone`s realityThe land`s infested with evil creaturesScary, witness cemetary-like featuresBuildings like tombstones, the air is filled with dreadThe living are possessed by spirits of evil deadBring them around, chasing, death breathing for the graveIn every building all these people understand is death slavesFiending to escape a conscious mindstatecan`t face reality cuz their mentality can`t hold the weightThem people performing indescent preposalsAnd dumping newborns in garbage disposalsYou`d better find a righteous path you can followCuz you`re not promised tomorrow in this little shop of horrors[Chorus x4][Shabazz The Disciple]Today`s forecast is a death storm, a fatal floodOut sitting over the projects, raining bloodMad souls drift away in a tornadoBaby`s being held by the hand that rocks the cradleAnd all the dead start to rise, death in their eyesSuddenly hunt the one that took their livesThe walls of Hell are closing in on all sidesYou`re trapped in a death square with 30 foot tiesSouls drift a stray in the whirlpool spinAshes of a dead man blowing in the windRunning for our lives, we`ve seen alice in chainsSitting on a chair holding here own brainA man layed slain in the rainRats knibbled on his brain until the morgue trucks cameEvil spirits deliver them souls to the soul fireFlesh decaying while laying in the meyerTrapped in the land of the lost, possessed by the crossThe holy force, headed for holocaustYour religion`s insanity, Christianity killsThe place`s possessed by horror in AmittyvilleThat`s why I`m trying to get up cuz you`re not promised tomorrowI`m spearing straight out of the little shop of horrorsYeah, yeah, no doubt[Chorus x2]Yeah, yeah, spraying us outHuman beings

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