(feat. Startel)    [RZA]  Niggas never grow up, some drink til they throw up  Some sniff that cocaine til they fucking brains blow up  Grass junkies, drunk on that Brass Monkey  Walk around wit the brain of a Crash Dummie  How the fuck you gonna try to gas cash from me?  You be in the House of a 1,000 Corpse like Rob Zombie  Culture this I God, all inside your iPod  Cuz my squad, nigga is die hard    [Chorus 2X: Startel]  Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds  Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground  Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's getting colder  Hood's like Iraq, and I'm just a soldier    [RZA]  Niggas creep, yo, check it, yo, yo  Welcome to the City of God, where it's gritty and hard  And these dogs walk around at least, fifty a squad  Saying give me a yard, trynna, split me a broad  Maybe, spit me a dart, so I could, get me a car  Niggas creep, half can't read or speak  Shoot the whole crib, buckwild like Little Zeke  From the slums, yeah, we be the blind, deaf and dumb  We got six year old sons, knowing how to use a gun  They would shoot and don't think about it, won't even blink about it  Go home, lay on momma breast, nigga, drink about it  So while you huff and you puff, like you rough and tough  Your ass turn to a bitch once you in the cuffs    [Chorus]    [RZA]  Nobody understands me, not even my family  Most important man on the planet, still they ban me  Instead of giving praises and revealing a Grammy  They'd rather see me stressed out, concealing my jammy  Hoping, I got smoked out and broke like Sammy  Spent the wheel of fortune then get struck wit a whammy  Never that, black, I got my act together  How can hip hop be dead when Wu-Tang is forever?    [Chorus 2X]