[Killah Priest] Between the streets of Brooklyn whether gates are puttin\' \'em Cats are lookin\', shootouts and pounds from crews Either town you choose cats down to move If it\'s Bed-Stuy ya under the FEDS eye If it\'s Brownsville then the pounds are real If they look you up and down like... \"Who dis clown\" - just peel If it\'s Fort Green, shorty might not be more then fourteen Walk me; shoot you another tale of New York scene If it\'s Red Hook, we dead shook They got projects after projects not even the FEDS look If it\'s Crown Heights, stand around lights then come out of shadows Smell the death and gun barrels They wear black apparel; the streets are black and narrow And this goes for all Brooklyn Underworld of Allegiance Who by night gather up their teams in... Lobbies or basement for secret meetings, greetings
(Hook) 2x Streets we all the same, come join our gang Where you hide and kill till we fall in the flames I punish you everyday till this ball of chains Lit up a cigar tonight, charge it to the game
[Killah Priest] But on the West they carry SK\'s, Crips and Bloods This is U.S.A., Mexicans - huge ese\'s Kingpins, drug lords, everybody hit the floor The Crips have more, they roll in six-fours The dawgs from great streets, once them AK\'s reach Out of Impala windows, there\'s hearses and limos Please listen to my demo, its vida loca <\"It\'s gon\' down ese\" - \"You want some sherm?\"> These dudes from the middle side that smoke PCP Lay you down and charge it to the G-A-M-E Officers in riot gear, y\'all don\'t wanna come here It\'s Chucks and tatted tears to my Watts overlords comin\' from abroad With their dooms squad alliances off killers and lions\' kid Who make the whole pack wit mankind Steppin\' thru the hood is like walkin\' thru landmines
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[Killah Priest] Now let\'s move onto a more ruthless and voracious hood From the start their plot was no good They\'re the men that wear black Some might say they invented crack The point intended was blacks to kill blacks I mean they\'re worst then the Mexicans They talk gang wars, they kill their own president On top of that they\'re prejudice, they carry nuclear warheads They run for office, where eva they go lies will spread They rob land ask the Indians They\'ll take you from ya home ask the Caribbean\'s They\'re takin\' up oil soon as they touch Arabian soil Kill, baby for spoiled Assassinated Martin Luther King and George Jackson Affirmative Action, they had somethin\' to do wit Malcolm\'s assassin And none of these black leaders I named were even bad men Hell, none of them were even armed They say Crips and Bloods, I say Vietnam And who\'s left to save after the Atom Bomb So to the Secrete World of Illuminated Commission That have their foot on religion and a hand on politician Y\'all gang is twice as ruthless then any of these crews In fact we learnt from you...
