Verse 1: There's a battlefield outside, everybody say Oorah, (Oorah) Continuing the lesson left by 2Pac This is more than lyrics that keep spillin' out the boombox Murdering the innocent, the city to the boondocks Children with a chopper, instead of books from lockers Produced crooks from doctors Kids from suburbia, learning from the gangsta's Ain't afraid to murder ya, ankles to anchors Going to the city just to score some dope We plan to rob the dealer, knock his a** out cold We'll end up in the trunk, with that pound of coke This dealer will not hesitate to cut our throats This is strictly business, listen to directions you're told Or end up in a field, 20 miles from the road Prepare for execution, persecution based city lines Bullets leaving barrels, disconnecting skulls from spines Hook: Fists to knives, knives to pistols Semi automatics, blowing off like whistles Loading choppers, replaced with roses The last thing in your hand as the casket closes X2 Post Hook: Aiming guns, make sure it's right. (Aiming guns, make sure it's right.) Backyard war with front line sight. (Backyard war with front line sight.) Coming in the dark of night. (Coming in the dark of night.) Backyard war, prepare to fight. (Backyard war, prepare to fight.) Verse 2: Scoping out the club, scoping out the club Mount a scope up on his rifle, yeah he scoping out the club Welcome to the city with the bodies in the streets Molly and the keef making zombies outta sheep Sounds of police, hear the claps from the heat Part of the ambiance, when ya livin' in the D Kid's from I'm from, always ask what it's about They don't realize things change from 11 miles south Yet these kids still wanna piece of this, buy a piece, strap up Better learn to aim or get a body bag, wrap up Talk your sh** and back up or go back up where the spirits stay Sidewalk like the lava game, know which side is wrong terrain There is no disclaimer, from the danger you seek Bullets ringing out, just another average week Ghetto children listen, their solution based on city lines How can they win, when they were rigged to lose the whole damn time? (Hook) (Post Hook) Outro: Achromatik Where Do I Belong 2016 and beyond b**h!