Ayo it's war on the street Blood on the cobblestone I leave 'em buried alive Just like a fossil bone Body bags line the streets Reporters reportin' Mafia ties drugs and extortion DeLucas vs Stark-iano Headline the news Police pull war on crime They're gonna lose Judges get kidnapped Casualties get decapitated Starks rise above all to be emancipated Black Godfather families at war Drive bys and Molotovs settle the score Butcher shops are filled with Chopped up casualties I made sure to keep guns In all my faculties The streets run red When the bosses disrespect us Neglected I guarantee no mans protected To each is own grab a gun off the shelf Cause in a warzone The call is every man for self Cause in a warzone the call is every man for self Cause in a warzone the call is every man for self How you prepare for war Grab your guns and your hardware Never close your eyes in the barber chair The heart of a lion That's what got him here Bulletproof the car yo we outta here F**k the DeLucas We've got shooters with submachines Bone-crushing niggas like a football team Under a new regime The old we throw it out Spin back the hammer Let the lord sort 'em out Keep your gun cocked At the whorehouse sip the brown liquor While we move a quarter ounce Pick the territories Move north or south The high power shine yours is watered down I'm underground with the vest is on Open up your head Now your flesh is torn Never turn my back up at restaurants Put holes in your chest come test the don 45 in my holster let me stretch my arms Cause in a warzone the call is every man for self Cause in a warzone the call is every man for self So the DeLucas want Tone Nah not today Cock and spray Side with 'em and you've got to pay Don't even kill 'em Just make 'em feel a lot of pain Stake out his wife and his seed At the soccer game Greet 'em with open arms Beat 'em with no regard Feed 'em two two-threes Freeze 'em leave 'em with no resolve Make a lead on me repping for the territory No stepping on me Brethren that's a negatory You want a war These men pop dangerous Taking all in a 10 block radius Murder rate double Triple cripple the strip Like it got hit with a couple of missiles 8 will fly through your door I'll get in your crib In a wig in a cable guy uniform My shooters maneuver We've got DeLuca in the scope Moving close say the word Tone do this Ghost