Firehouse

By GZA

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Released on August 19, 2008

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[Verse 1: Ka]

My life rest in a .45, aim for the head, chest fortified

Sons look for revenge, out of stress, daughters cry

Gotta do it here, can't afford to try

Thought the gutter ended in the 'Ville, then I saw the 'Stuy

They get wet daily, it's a live nigga water ride

Slow and steady win the race, step aside, let the tortoise by

It's the hunted man, street value hundred grand

Instinct, nothing planned, been through shit you couldn't understand

Cain, Hec, and Dawuan – I'm repping the lifeless

Weapon of crisis, guns run out, I'm steppin' in

Checkin' for secondary devices, live in the real world

Fuck bitches, get love from a real girl, raised my sister

Amongst the slime and the crime, now she a ill pearl

You never seen nothing like me, I'm for those who get it on nightly

You need a boost of strength, put it on, recite me

I tour with toast, 'cause drama's always close

Feeling the waves, kill the praise, applaud my folks

From the core, the most raw, absorb the quotes

For sure, I'm the cure, and there's more of the dose

Yeah, I'm from the bottom, but I look forward to gross

[Chorus: GZA, Ka, GZA & Ka]

In the gutter, some ride, some chill (Some chill)

I'm from the gutter, some 'Stuy, some 'Ville (Some 'Ville)

Know many brothers, some cry, some build

Word to the mother, some lie, some steal (Steal)

Some get popped, some die, some heal (Some heal)

Some get knocked, some hide and some real

Some even bust shots, some live, some kill

But that's gutter where Ka and them chill


[Verse 2: Ka]

Slim nigga with the fat pound, back down

Most brolic dude, try to move, hit him in the face

Never again taste solid food

Same nigga if I'm in solitude, or with the wildest crew

Bulletproof down my coats like Ghost's wallets, too

I run wit' a crook or two, look who escaped out Brooklyn Zoo

Fuck that queen, I show you what a knight and a rook'll do

New York City Bronson, heat up quicker than Vinnie Johnson

The block got Bloods now, it's like a mini-Compton

To have honey smiling, need money piling

Bundles, bundles, bundles, a hundred thousand

That's why with my gun, I'm browsing

On the hottest strip to see who I gotta hit to start running housing

I listen to my id, respect my ego

If I need council, bounce through, check my people

The first on Earth with the same thirst I accept is equal

Never move with crews, you'll lose, they steps beneath you

I rep it lethal in beef, might elect to mesquite you

From where the beast greet you

Do as much as dirt as us, but they preach lethal

The block is class, the blast from the heat teach you

Get one lesson, fail, oh well, the streets keep you

Pat his jeans, one magazine, sheet sleep you

[Chorus: GZA, Ka, GZA & Ka]

In the gutter, some ride, some chill (Some chill)

I'm from the gutter, some 'Stuy, some 'Ville (Some 'Ville)

Know many brothers, some cry, some build

Word to the mother, some lie, some steal (Steal)

Some get popped, some die, some heal (Some heal)

Some get knocked, some hide and some real

Some even bust shots, some live, some kill

But that's gutter where Ka and them chill


[Verse 3: Ka]

I embody, every nigga who carried a shotty

Forced to grow up quick, never sat on the potty

Went from crawl to run, we want all or none

Being fatherless bothered us, everybody we called 'em son

Block scholastic, sellin' chips from the rock jurassic

For heavy glory, mark territory 'fore I rot in casket

Thought our young committee was gon' run the city

One fears being unprepared, so I brung the Smitty

If you dare come and get me, I'm from royalty

I represent myself, don't need no lawyer fee

People call on me, 'cause I'm ready when it's urgent

Too much grace to tremble, hand steady as a surgeon