GZA feat. Ka - Firehouse video free download

Album: Pro Tools

Year: 2008

Track: 11

Track Produced By: Rock Marcy

Samples: "Let's Prove Them Wrong" by Debbie Taylor

Lyrics:

[Ka]

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

Sons look for revenge, out of stress, daughters cry

Got to do it here, can't afford to try

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

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

Just slow and steady when the rain step inside, let the tortoise by

It's the hundred man street value, hundred grand

Instant, nothing planned, ripping shit you couldn't understand

Came heaven to warn, I'm repping the lifeless

Weapon of Christ is, you run out? I'm steppin' in

Check with the seven deadly devices, living the real world

Fuck, your love from a real girl, raised my sister

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

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, cuz drama's always close

Feeling the waves, killa praise, applaud my folks

From the quarter most raw, absorb the quotes

For sure I'm the cure, and this more than those

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

[Chorus: 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)

[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 shit

I'm in solitude, or with the wildest crew

Bulletproof down my coats, like Ghost Wallets shoe

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

A 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 you, I gotta hit the star running housing

I listen to my ear, 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 lose with the steps beneath you

I rep a lethal and beef, might elect to mosquite you

From where beef great you, do as much as dirt as us

But they preach lethal

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

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

Had his dreams, one magazine, she sleep you

[Chorus]

[Ka]

Iron body, every nigga with cavity 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 who called me son

Block scholastic, sunny chips from the rock jurassic

For heavy glory, monk territory for a rotten casket

Thought our young committee was gon' run the city

When feds being unprepared, so I bum the smitty

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

I represent myself, don't need no loyalty

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

Too much grace to tremble, hand steady a surgeon