Текст песни The Battlefield - AZ , Kool G Rap , Ghostface Killah

Hey Yo
I′m back after nine years that's 36 Seasons
Shit is changed up for all types of reason
Staten Island ain′t the same
Shit is Lame
No familiar faces son
I'm dodging the game
I want a clean slate
But these cops stay screwin
Snatching me up off the block what am I doin'
Oh it′s officer
Dangle and his sidekick berry
Driving me around the hood so I can worry
See I fucked up there′s crackheads in every corner
Kids in the school yard smoking Marijuana
I ain't feeling it
This ain′t the way I left these blocks
And my name's faded out like some old damn socks
I want respect
These streets was my playground once
I was the Mack across a hundred & tenth on these stunts
Not once would a nigga test me
Or gets zesty
I would walk down the street and sneezed they all bless me
Been on the Battle field
For a long long time
I can see life closing in
(You niggas don′t see it) on this old body of mine
Yea Homie I'm the kingpin called future
Make a killin′
In these buildings in the millions got em feeling like Brewster
Shit hot as Fallujah kids grown out of they cock ruggers
Welcome back to the sewers with new whips maneuver
No kids playing no safe for sound havens
There tre pound cases on the playground pavement
No more goons with 22's in their sneaker soles
Kids throw shit that leave your body with a heap of holes
I'm that neighborhood blizzard flooding these streets with snow
Heavy Iron on the ready my shit will crease your clothes
Keep a flock of Sweetest hoes
Yea I sleep with those
Little slum young Keisha Coles with cheaper clothes
Undercovers all around the gutter they creepin low
I stays ahead kid I toss bread like pizza dough
I keep teff around my torso with the piece below
That bulldog short nose
We be at peace with those. Ya know
Been on the battlefield
For a long long time
I can see life closing in
On this old body of mine
Mama bear was a church woman
Pop′s skated off
I was an impaired an introverted youngin
Allah changed my course from nowhere to my first onion
Then them cops came across flashed the badge took my stash told my little ass to get lost
Threw me off my grind was a prime time thing
You can step on and stretch minds to a nine times ten
I was gone
Remember when though that that fine line thin
So I studied that chess board and we were all blind men
Dealers ran the streets, but the D′s ran them
I was a killer underneath but needed expansion
Something to constitute being high in a coop
The crys from my youth so I applied for the suit
Salute the enforcer called me officer now
Supporter of paraphernalia
I toss it around to link to the cartel
Courses is down it's that Denzel in training day shit
Caution my grounds
Been on the Battle field
For a long long time
I can see life closing in
On this old body of mine
Been on the battlefield
For a long long time
I can see life closing in
On this old body of mine