Get Away From the Door lyrics

by

Quasi


[Intro: Cappadonna]
Yo! Get away from the door
Everybody get the f*ck back
Staten Island, stand up

[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
I live a street life, nothin' but hard times and strife
I be stuck on the block try'nna make things right
Sold crack for a living, now I could write
Not just for the paper, for the sacrifice
Vibe with me, the cops come ride with me
I'm all in the hood, yeah n*gga, slide with me
If the feds start lookin' for Don, survive with me
Experience my ill pain, the broke windows in the rain
Crackheads goin' insane
Marlo stuck dope in his vein, lift him up
Bodies in the back of the hood, stiffen up
It get ugly and sh*t, why it gotta be this?
We came a long way, f*ck cheaters
We don't wanna bust the Heaterz
No speakin' on the phone, we don't trust receivers (yeah)
Park Hill be the real n*ggas and Don' Divas (it ain't over, it just begun)

[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
Enough of your bullsh*t, my n*ggas'll pull quick
Berettas and full quicks, guerillas and convicts
Armed and dangerous, bombs and bangers, kid
Stormin' the game with it, calm but anxious and
I'll whip yo ass for this, come with the cash or it's
On with the blast and it's, gonna get hazardous
n*ggas should know by now, n*ggas should know my style
Shaolin, hold me down, frontin', there goes the pow!
[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
Why it gotta be like this
Police fightin' us with night sticks, n*ggas carryin' ice picks
Sometimes, n*ggas we do crimes, I ain't gotta tell you
n*ggas throwin' up signs, n*ggas shipped to Bellview
Son, don't let coke dog smell you
Run if you packin' something, do what I tell you
Skate, n*gga, never let jake nail you
I got caught up in the grind but I fell through
Now I'm back on the spot, keep my eye on you
Make a phone call, kid, or put a spy on you..
And this is dedicated to all my n*ggas in the ghetto
Big dimes and C Rule, jugs of Palmetto
I'm in too deep and I just can't let go
Catchin' my pain, real n*ggas that respect dough

[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
Enough of your bullsh*t, my n*ggas'll pull quick
Berettas and full quicks, guerillas and convicts
Armed and dangerous, bombs and bangers, kid
Stormin' the game with it, calm but anxious and
I'll whip yo ass for this, come with the cash or it's
On with the blast and it's, gonna get hazardous
n*ggas should know by now, n*ggas should know my style
Shaolin, hold me down, frontin', there goes the pow!
[Outro: Cappadonna, sample of Louis Farrakhan]
It's my world!
f*cked up, stick 'em, ugh
2-4, Graveyard Shift
The names and the faces have changed
But the game, is still the same…
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