*police (humming)
(U-God)
Night falling, red dawn, warning or beef Late night life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and dogs meat All is sacred My lay naked Aching for some weeks, it was a hostage taken Some money making for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his bloody face in Maybe he was mistaken for some man In a dirty place he lay in a basement his scabs, crack bag, stabbed up four times, strong! With a rusty Jason Dumped the smoldering corpse in a dumpster truck of In mad man hell he laid in Logical was Some replacement came through, left small traces Engraved his Left him for Left him on his breath Crawling, just to a statement (hu hu huh) In matrix gazing the soft shell of a man found, amazing! By the department of Under lights to the hospital Hit him the chest rockers, shockers Pop him open just to keep his racing (Clear)
(Chorus) he make it? Will he Terror in his Night the city is crime He damn died 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 shock When you awoke, it was Dry off tools, being fed ice cubes Pain in you of the bed Doped up and soaking police on top Doctors monitor heart (heart beating) Sergeant came in with some zombie ass cops we have here the chief embraces In his hands he out two briefcases A picture up on computer One woman, one man, He asked you do you remember these two you you're blind, completely hung out to dry, victimized Violated as if you was What the You escape Police the scene Scrape the crime to the bone panel While you lay frail in the you nails in the scuffle You some DNA samples that match The blood on your are not yours, it was his Right before you out, took that blow In September, you can't You ripped his ring Right out his Before he took it times in the ribs But he lived the little bit of blood you grabbed His skin type, you ran it to forensic labs finger prints popped up This is it begins Your name was Henry the Saint Staten Island's where crib was at Park Hill was your outlet You was a Or organized Not by the mafia, this where it get Your wife some hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will Money drill Booby perhaps Left his food for the Now...
(Chorus) you make it? Will you Terror in your Night the cries is crime You damn died Bandaged by wounds not The cries, drama ride out the window slide Before me now the city
(U-God)
One cop's Was heroic, he pieces Leaked out On surveillance his wife was staying Police her down Blood on the east side of town In some They had video of her And some star fling, her and the next door neighbor And the with the nose ring But the didn't have a case 'Cause the couldn't remember a thing Not even a He had to clear his He bit off more than he could His absent minded flash backs And to hate He had to To ICU On the second day he came He concocted the The psych' slipped out the Somehow killed to guards (bang, bang) their guns Before he fled the hospital, slivers into the If hunting was right seeking for justice Off point On a black male a dark lookable crook Is in a alleyway for A limo pulled across the from a gas station He saw his And the that knifed him He wanted to him He was patient A growl sensation And the rain to a foul meditation (sound of rain) Of betrayal, revenge Bitch that set you up will get in the end In the hall of the lobby Security on Got gun butted times in the head with the old dusty toast Now he slipped past the video undetected To the floor 504 When he rang the bell (ding dong) sweet said She cracked it open, her reply I you was dead In a matter of seconds and The door was off the hinges (crash) Her met the metal She Oh my God Out the room the killer with the nose ring Smashed the in the head with a porcelain vase Shots ricochet like lightning Put the in arms The drapes caught on fire, no alarm crashed out the window, but they somehow held on Dangling a hundred stories high doubt him Will he it? Continued next
(Chorus) he make it? Will he in his eyes Night the cries is crime He damn near by wounds not mine The cries, drama ride Guns out the slide...
Arm is as good 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 using his bare arms is the best And probably right beaten him yet Just his arms he beat us all then We had no He had us