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* 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 
killed  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 fucking case 
I look around, mad bodies being buried in the ground 
The devil's busy snatching massive souls by the pound 
Another piece of meat lays dead in the streets 
Famillies in agony cuz niggaz met their defeat 
So, welcome to the Brooklyn house of pain 
Where you gangbang, 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 niggaz 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 death is always snuffing niggaz 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 shit 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 kill 
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, death breathing for the grave 
In every building all these people understand is death 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 death 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, death 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 death 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 kills 
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

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