This year, the streets is ours. We're on top of our game, and we don't plan to fall.
Lyrics
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You not concerned
yeah its hot
and on ya melon
not a word
little herb
or ill pop
your cerebellum
Somebody please
tell him to stop
wit all the yellin i have nought
a single feelin
jus drop
him off the buildin
Yeah i could be dead
but its still a disaster
i play bruce
you be jet
i sho nuff
be the master
Came up wit aluminum foil
you know its a wrap sir
then toss you in the trash
after my homies done clapped ya
[HOOK]
(I done
had it up to hear
wit all the bull sh**
gimmicks
i spit a hundred bars
a minute
Some of these artists
flows sound rented
mine is authentic
time is tickin) {2x}
(You want it wit me
then you want it wit b
you want it wit b
then you want it wit me
Where next in the seat
cuz we have empowered
respect in the street
so this sh** is ours) {2x}
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Speakin of cane
ima break yo neck
make you lose your motor patterns
betta watch yo step
I was the 1st
yet still be next
oh
cant forget last
and youll be neht
Remember the don
yeah hes the best
ummmm
what about that other guy
uhhhh we forget
Now thats lyrics
you need a vest
guaranteed hem demons leavin when these steam in your chest
yes
