Artist: Killarmy
Album:  Dirty Weaponry
Song:   Where I Rest At
Typed by: Tha Masta

Intro: Beretta 9, (Killa Sin)
Yo. Smell that gun powder in the air?
(Yo. I smell it, kid.)
Shit is like this everyday when I wake up.
(We do this shit all time, kid.)
It's a war zone.
(It ain't nothing new over here.)
Word up. (You know?)
Killarmy time. Military thing.
(Shaolin thing.)
It's Born, build nigga.
Gotta civilize.
Yo. Check it out. Yo. Yo.

Chorus: Beretta 9
Where I rest at niggaz scheme and plot
Sling rocks, stars, cops over on our block and get fought
Bust a shot and get shot, smoke pot, get locked
Do a bid, while some taught to resurface to the street
Some don't last, won't weep
Where I rest at keep a vest and a gat at least three ways back
So, the flash can't track, where I rest at do the one to time
Double dirty crossed sneeky snake fucks, where I rest at

[Killa Sin]
Kid, but where I rest at the crime wave be jumping off 
Like suicide, commitors on a busy highway with they clothes off 
The fire trucks thrust, po-swine blow your doors off 
The nine year olds toying with his sawed-off
He can hardly tie his Nikes up right, so how the fuck you blow his toes off 
From modernized, so are common calicos where I rest at 
Steping out the front doors is set back 
The warzone, the death trap, waiting to consume those who get trapped 
Shaolin, the villianous island filled with hidden pure-breds 
Killing niggaz who thrive on the forbidden rituals 
Or getting you in the drop, fuck sticking moves 
They pick you almost mentally popped like Scotty Pippen 
Most niggaz fame is almost chain gangs in state prisons 
Wu-Tang reign as worldwide Kings from dirty Richmond

Chorus

[ShoGun Assason]
Yo, yo, I dwell in the slum, roll amongst the bums 
Like Je-sus, while ignorant brothers strive to get jewels 
Hustling rocks on the blocks and get caught be crooked cops 
A Haitian mamila, you might get a way if you got enough stamina 
And escape death valley, filled with crack alleys 
Crockies, bricks and boulders at niggaz who think they real-live soldiers 
I make my money for me to eat on seventh street 
Where the crackheads meet and walk on the block like cops on the beat 
Too many heads draw heat, so I keep it short and sweet, stay on my feet 
Cuz niggaz'll step on your toes, and I peeped you strategy 
To change your name to jealousy, your man's name is envy 
That's why your mad at me, cuz I start tackling shit 
And lock down the whole strip, and you won't make shit 
Cuz I got that white-white and my shit sells all night 
I got what the fiends like, it was mere black in the back off his pants 
Plotting on these savage cats, how to make them run all they scratch 
And stick them for all they gats, don't ever cross me 
I'm from Cipher He and it be on where I rest at

Chorus

[Beretta 9]
Where I rest at...

[sample]
There was scoutin desert approaches to the city
As another army
They fired, my companion was killed
I've come to warn you