The Pulpit

This is the street life right here in the Pulpit
Where n***** hustle all night goons be shooting shit. Keep ya family in the house lock the doors at night every hood where I come from the wars are lite -2x

Conway:
I cook the best work my shit sell well
Finger tips blistered all night packing 12 12's
Momma said your bullshit gonna get you in a jail cell, fuck it long as money on my books then I'll get mail still. I'm the nigga you gotta check for, your whole set can suck my dick, I don't respect ya'll
Chow time shots got his razor in the mess hall.
Or he gonna poke you in the neck in the rec ya'll
My other homie got a 2 to 4. Most of my shooters locked up so I'm recruting more. That means all summer long they gon be shootin more. All I gotta do is call

Ghostface:
We used to bubble in the winter, bulletproof benz even the skully was bulletproof. Triple fat gooses clips longer than umbilicals. Four crisp yellow coups, rocket launchers'll push ya living room thru the roof.
Sex, money, murder, the name of the dust.
Your mother come I'm serving her, she buy all my stuff. Jewelry sculpted out boats from Gilligan's island, heavy chains 100 g's a week that's a piece of allowance. God father clocks hang over the scarface mural. Gold fronts, mug shots, venezuelan coke chrome glocks. Never penny pinch my one's addicted to zeros. Changed my face gained a limp, check the federal bureau. The national guard, they played the jects with hungarian scarves, holding them M-16's looking for Starks

Remedy:
Hip Hops Holiest gunning soloist, son unloading clips, the Remedy, your left in sudden lonliness, my condolences. I'm from the era where they told you run your polo shits, estates in Key Largo where the ocean is, couple dobermans.
We connect blow a fuse quick, put you on a news clip, new whip, Griselda Wu sh**
New sh**, yea so listen while I'm speaking
True shit, I make money while I'm sleeping
I see that everythings been realized life's tragic
False prophecies there's no amount of money or magic. Royal straight flush beat four of a kind, poker faces we all in, throw the chips down the stakes climb. I move quick they barely saw it.
Never hurt no one that don't deserve
Never rob no one that can't afford it
The hidden gems are the jewels I drop, the music stop. A cool mil but the ruger hot, blew the spot.

This the stree life right here in the Pulpit
Where n***** hustle all night goons be shooting s*** - Keep ya family in the house lock the doors at night. Every hood where I come from the wars are lite. -2x