Firehouse Lyrics - Pro Tools - Gza

[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 

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[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 

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[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