Shabazz The Disciple - Little Shop of Horrors lyrics

* EP on Red Hook Records [Intro] At 3:47, more than 150 rounds of ammunition Were fired into your apartment, which is about 200 yards away, a few moments later, another 50 to 75 were fired on that street, in a direct Sideline to your newstand, two policemen were k**ed, a car down the street past damn near Less than 10 feet from where you were, turned To the right and went directly in front of you And you're gonna stand there and tell me you Didn't see a god damn thing?! [Shabazz The Disciple] Enter.. enter the projects on the ferry Scary, greet you at the gate with Bloody Mary's Blood... blood... my ground full of blood Back to the cemetary.. get more blood Standing on the graves drinking blood and smoking bones We seen a crew of goons, running by with stolen tombstones With Hell's Angels on the chase He must've bust a black skull, who'll approach you, embrace And tie you up in chains and they stomp on your face They called it perpetory and they beat the f**ing case I look around, mad bodies being buried in the ground The devil's busy snatching ma**ive souls by the pound Another piece of meat lays dead in the streets Famillies in agony cuz n***as met their defeat So, welcome to the Brooklyn house of pain Where you g**n, a blame slang without a sane The slaughter house on the Hill With Cypress and of the snipers, over-populated with vipers This is the Hell where the mad God dwells And the people are intoxicated by evil spells You can't trust the future, so don't make plans Cuz the everybody's trigger happy in this haunted house land [Chorus x4: Kool G Rap sample] You're... you're not promised tomorrow In this little shop of horrors [Shabazz The Disciple] This Ruffhouse ain't in Columbia But in a tough city where the area is scarier and bumpier Where n***as are quick to pull a Glock in your mouth A hot rock in your mouth, bust a shot in your mouth And little shorty's living life on their own Survive by the gun until they die by the gun The atmosphere out here is full of curses The verses, sending them to churches in hurses The blow of d**h is always snuffing n***as lives They swallowed too many 22's and coke 45's You never know when it's your day to get dropped by a stray Bullet that ricochets off the wall in broad day So many shots they fire inspire evil desire Don't get caught up in Hell or on a cross in fire Too many innocent blood stains on streets, the sh** is too The good are dying young but the evil's dead too And what's to blame, we're all guilty of sin But then again, there are a few good men In the projects on the Hill, better known as Murderville Where the chills turn to thrills, sudden urges to k** And everybogy gots the murder-mentality Out here your worst nightmare is someone's reality The land's infested with evil creatures Scary, witness cemetary-like features Buildings like tombstones, the air is filled with dread The living are possessed by spirits of evil dead Bring them around, chasing, d**h breathing for the grave In every building all these people understand is d**h slaves Fiending to escape a conscious mindstate Can't face reality cuz their mentality can't hold the weight Them people performing indescent preposals And dumping newborns in garbage disposals You'd better find a righteous path you can follow Cuz you're not promised tomorrow in this little shop of horrors [Chorus x4] [Shabazz The Disciple] Today's forecast is a d**h storm, a fatal flood Out sitting over the projects, raining blood Mad souls drift away in a tornado Baby's being held by the hand that rocks the cradle And all the dead start to rise, d**h in their eyes Suddenly hunt the one that took their lives The walls of Hell are closing in on all sides You're trapped in a d**h square with 30 foot ties Souls drift a stray in the whirlpool spin Ashes of a dead man blowing in the wind Running for our lives, we've seen alice in chains Sitting on a chair holding here own brain A man layed slain in the rain Rats knibbled on his brain until the morgue trucks came Evil spirits deliver them souls to the soul fire Flesh decaying while laying in the meyer Trapped in the land of the lost, possessed by the cross The holy force, headed for holocaust Your religion's insanity, Christianity k**s The place's possessed by horror in Amittyville That's why I'm trying to get up cuz you're not promised tomorrow I'm spearing straight out of the little shop of horrors Yeah, yeah, no doubt [Chorus x2] Yeah, yeah, spraying us out Human beings