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Smothered Mate (Instrumental)[Intro:]Guns, guns, guns, guns, guns... [GZA:] His autobiography had came to an end With the final chapter written in blood upon a skin From snakes, that was dirty as rodents Therefore to a starving one, the call for hunger is potent Some kids at a young age, their skull is fractured Their mind store the sickest images ever captured They draw pistols to resolve issues To give 'em a sense of closure to expose the brain tissue The shells was evidence of a violent event That left a young dealer bent from a hundred rounds spent The lifestyle is a thousand miles from a minister A small con game with something far more sinister Peer pressure got him moving faster A paradise of mutation open the gates of disaster And murder is not the only cold blooded crime You got fiends that'll torture the teens to get a dime Empty ya pockets nigga and don't move You react any other way and they'll prove 'Cause they ain't got a problem with laying ya ass out Or putting in work so you can see what it's about Money got the flow, nigga, it don't stop Whether drugs or a ho, nigga, stay on top 'Cause they don't have a problem with running up in ya house And burning it to the ground after the shit is doused I told him to save his breathe 'Cause he hovered on the brink of death He wasn't living right before he left His life took an unexpected turn For those who walked that path, here's a lesson to learn Coming from a nesting ground of those on the growl In a state of darkness, menacing on the prowl Local rivals and known competitors Who try to stay clear from the spying eyes of predators On the hunt, they constantly taught persistence Those with less heart keep a respectful distance The prey know it's too hot to lay in the street They find shaded areas a few feet from the heat 'Cause if not, then, it will be costing one Who will soon evaporate under a scorching sun 'Cause when the drought is on, it's little left Then what lies ahead, dehydration and eventual death Empty ya pockets nigga and don't move You react any other way and they'll prove 'Cause they ain't got a problem with laying ya ass out Or putting in work so you can see what it's about Money got the flow, nigga, it don't stop Whether drugs or a ho, nigga, stay on top 'Cause they don't have a problem with running up in ya house And burning it to the ground after the shit is doused We doing music from the heart And not from the charts |