《The Battlefield》歌词

[00:00:02] The Battlefield -Ghostface Killah

[00:00:07] Feat. az, kool g. rap &tre williams

[00:00:14] Produced By: Fizzy Womack &The Revelations

[00:00:20] Ayo, I’m back after nine years, that’s 36 seasons

[00:00:23] Sh*t is changed up for all types of reasons

[00:00:26] Staten Island ain’t the same, sh*t is lame

[00:00:28] No familiar faces son, I’m dodging the game

[00:00:31] I want a clean slate, but these cops stay screwin’

[00:00:34] Snatching me up off the block, what am I doin’?

[00:00:36] Oh, it’s officer Dingle and his sidekick Berry

[00:00:40] Driving me around the hood so I could worry

[00:00:42] See how f**ked up it is there’s crackheads on every corner

[00:00:45] Kids in the schoolyard smoking marijuana

[00:00:48] I ain’t feeling it, this ain’t the way I left these blocks

[00:00:51] And my name’s faded out like some old damn socks

[00:00:53] I want respect, these streets was my playground once

[00:00:56] I was the Mack across 110th on these stunts

[00:00:59] Not once would a ni**a test me or gets zesty

[00:01:02] I would walk down the street and sneeze, they all blessed me

[00:01:06] Been on the battlefield for a long, long time

[00:01:17] I can see life closing in on this old body of mine

[00:01:26] Yeah, homie, I’m the kingpin called Future

[00:01:29] Make a killin’in these buildings in the millions

[00:01:31] Got ‘em feeling like Brewster

[00:01:33] Sh*t hot as Fallujah

[00:01:34] Kids grown now, they cock rugers

[00:01:36] Welcome back to the sewers

[00:01:37] Where new whips maneuver

[00:01:39] No kids playing, no safe and sound havens

[00:01:41] There’s tre pound cases on the playground pavement

[00:01:44] No more dudes with 22’s in their sneaker soles

[00:01:47] Kids tote sh*t that leave your body with a heap of holes

[00:01:50] I’m that neighborhood blizzard flooding these streets with snow

[00:01:53] Heavy iron on the ready, my shit’ll crease your clothes

[00:01:55] Keep a flock of sweetest hoes, yeah, I sleeps with those

[00:01:58] Little slum young Keisha Coles with cheaper clothes

[00:02:01] Undercovers all around the gutter, they creepin’low

[00:02:04] I stays ahead, kid, I toss bread like pizza dough

[00:02:07] I keep the tef around my torso with the piece below

[00:02:09] That bulldog short nose, G be at peace with those, you know

[00:02:25] [Hook

[00:02:34] Mama Bear was a church woman, pop’s skated off

[00:02:37] I was impaired, an introverted youngin’, a lot changed my course

[00:02:39] From nowhere to my first onion then them cops came across Flashed the badge, took my stash, told my little a**get lost

[00:02:45] Threw me off when my grind was prime time then

[00:02:48] You could step on and stretch mine’s to a nine times ten

[00:02:50] I was gone, remembering though that fine line’s thin

[00:02:53] So I studied that chessboard and we were all blind men

[00:02:56] Dealers ran the streets, but the D’s ran them

[00:02:59] I was a killer underneath, but needed expansion

[00:03:02] Something to constitute being high in a coupe

[00:03:05] The cries from my youth so I applied for the suit

[00:03:07] Salute to the enforcer, call me officer now

[00:03:10] Supporter of paraphernalia, I toss it around

[00:03:13] The link to the cartel, costs is down

[00:03:15] It’s that Denzel in training day sh*t, caution my grounds

[00:03:38] [Hook