Lyrics Silverbacks (radio edit) - DJ Muggs , Inspectah Deck , Masta Killa
[Intro:
Inspectah
Deck]
One,
two,
one,
two,
the
High
Chief
Yeah...
yo...
so
alone...
baby
[Inspectah
Deck]
I'm
just
lookin'
out
of
the
window
Watchin'
the
gunshots
blow-ow
Thinkin'
how
we
all
was
turnin'
out
Keepin'
my
head
above
water
Got
to
make
a
weight
when
I
can
(cuz
I
can)
Temporary
lay
off,
cop
pay
offs,
daily
rip
offs
Informer
tip
off,
clips
lick
off
The
judge
got
hit
off,
boss
got
knocked
off
Worker
made
a
come
off,
cash
got
dropped
off
Buildings
got
burnt
out,
sisters
got
turned
out
Work
out
in
the
yard
up
North,
tryin'
to
burst
out
Pissy
elevators,
dirty
cop
favors
Tongues
hiding
razors,
minors
turn
majors
Wave
the
bigger
tools,
shoot
out
inside
the
school
yard
The
game
aint'
changed,
niggaz
done
made
their
own
rules
They
buildin'
plans,
they
pull
a
million
dollar
scam
Watch
for
taped
conversations,
Jakes
and
dollar
bands
The
black
market,
labelled
the
movin'
target
Dwellin'
in
the
heartless
projects
Evil
eyes
walkin',
the
BBS
rims
flossin'
The
beat
walk
in,
harassin'
the
street
walkin'
They
keep
talkin',
like
the
Rebel
might
slow
up
They
set
me
up
to
go
up,
the
witness
din't
show
up
[Masta
Killa]
Look
out
in
drug
stores
(but
I'm
slippin')
bare
approach
the
look
out
Be
off
the
block
by
ten,
the
kite
was
sent
Then
all
those
who
dare
to
oppose,
were
sent
back
Chained
to
the
train
track,
protect
ya
jaw
These
silverback
niggaz
eat
their
oatmeal
raw
Cee
Allah
sawed
the
shotti,
'Preme
went
down
for
a
body
He
killed
Poppy,
dusted
in
the
lobby,
toxy
off
shocky
Cops
be
harassin'
tryin'
to
stop
cashin'
The
episodes
pass,
I
flash
back
to
guns
And
crack
stashed
in
grass,
you
movin'
savage
Please
warn
him
of
his
ways
and
actions
Before
I
blast
him
Then
the
homicide
was
justified
when
I
arrive
Black
tints
on
the
glass
with
the
stockin'
cap
mask
It's
all
official,
steel
pistol
style
whip
you,
to
the
gristle
While
my
team
be
stompin'
you
out
after
the
whistle
[GZA]
I
went
from
the
slums
of
Hell
to
paradise
in
Heaven
From
a
sling-shot
to
a
wall
of
mac
11's
I
drank
with
the
Devil
and
ate
with
the
Reverand
We
talked
numbers
and
I
told
'em,
that
mine
was
7
The
total
amount
of
hits,
behind
the
collapsed
building
That
had
exploded
in
a
frenzy
of
killings
Bodies
lay
near
tons
of
twisted
metal
Of
a
structure
and
atomic
force,
it
leveled
From
the
tale
of
the
tape,
the
product
failed
in
comparison
The
weight,
the
height,
the
reach,
was
not
a
year
within
Sight,
the
significant,
difference
was
the
ammo
Wrecking
y'all
individuals
and
their
man
know
Second
by
second,
heat
blazed
through
the
night
Leaving
a
dazzling
array
of
neon
lights
The
primary
reason
of
mission
for
them
spitting
The
firing
kept
hitting,
them
dust,
they
kept
sipping
But
the
informants
x-rays
gave
off
electrons
Within
a
few
next
days,
entire
cess
gone
Prenticle
percisions
used
to
remove
the
eyelids
Those
responsible
for
my
brothers
with
high
bids
Life
in
the
hood
is
an
award
winning
film
Lived
ut
by
savages
who
can't
escape
the
realm
A
place
where
the
young
meet
and
greet
with
guns
In
the
park
they
interrupt
the
pure
innocent
fun
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