*police (humming)
(U-God)
falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and dogs meat All that is My lay naked Aching for some weeks, maybe it was a hostage Some money Jamaican High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his face in Maybe he was for some great man In a dirty place he lay in a gray Shaking his scabs, crack bag, stabbed up times, strong! With a rusty Jason Dumped the smoldering corpse in a dumpster truck of In this mad man hell he in was hatred Some replacement killer came through, left traces his chest Left him for Left him on his breath Crawling, just to a statement (hu hu huh) In matrix Subconsciously gazing the soft of a man found, amazing! By the department of city lights to the hospital Hit him with the rockers, shockers Pop him just to keep his heart racing (Clear)
(Chorus) he make it? Will he in his eyes Night the cries Payback is He damn near Banished my not mine The cries, drama ride out the window, slide Before me now the cries
(U-God)
Unconscious for (beep beep) Deep in coma you awoke, it was hope Dry Choking off tools, fed ice cubes Pain in you of the bed Doped up and while police on top Doctors monitor your (heart beating) Sergeant Bilko came in some zombie ass cops What we have here the embraces In his he pulls out two briefcases A popped up on computer One woman, one man, He you do you remember these two faces? 'Mind you you're blind, hung out to dry, victimized as if you was raped What the You escape Police the scene the crime scene Down to the bone While you lay in the enamel you nails in the scuffle You scratched some DNA samples match The on your clothes are not yours, it was his Right before you out, took that blow In September, you can't You ripped his nose Right out his Before he took it four in the ribs But he lived >From the little bit of you grabbed His type, you ran it back to forensic labs Your finger popped up is where it begins Your street name was the Saint Staten Island's where your was at Park Hill was your outlet You was a Or outfit Not by the mafia, this where it get wife hired some hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will Money fund Booby trapped Left his for the rats Now...
(Chorus) Will you it? Will you Terror in your Night the cries Payback is You damn died Bandaged by not mine The city cries, drama Guns out the slide me now the city cries
(U-God)
One cop's Was heroic, he pieces out information On where his wife was staying Police tracked her Blood hound on the east of town In skyscraper They had tapes of her And some porn fling, her and the next door neighbor And the killer with the nose But the police didn't a case the victim couldn't remember a thing Not even a He had to his name He bit off more than he could His minded flash backs grew And grew to He had to To ICU On the second day he came He the impossible The psych' slipped out the Somehow killed to armed (bang, bang) Grabbed their Before he fled the hospital, slivers the night If hunting was right He's for justice Off point On a black Jamaican a dark lookable crook Is in a for retaliation A limo pulled across the street a gas station He saw his And the that knifed him He to mash him He was patient A devilish growl And the rain to a foul meditation (sound of rain) Of betrayal, revenge Bitch that set you up get hers in the end In the hall of the lobby on post Got gun three times in the head with the old dusty toast Now he slipped past the video cameras To the 25th 504 When he rang the bell (ding dong) sweet voice She it open, her reply I thought you was dead In a matter of and inches The door was hanging off the (crash) Her eyes met the She Oh my God Out the back room the killer the nose ring Smashed the in the head with a porcelain vase Shots like lightning roads Put the in arms The drapes caught on fire, with no They crashed out the window, but they somehow on Dangling a hundred stories high Don't him he make it? Continued album
(Chorus) he make it? Will he in his eyes Night the cries is crime He near died Bandaged by wounds not The city cries, drama out the window slide...
Golden Arm is as as his reputation says With his hands he stood all of us off And if he had weapons...
Arm never uses weapons Says he doesn't them He says his bare arms is the best And he's right Nobody's him yet using his arms he beat us all then We had no He had us