Street Culture
When I'm spittin', b-boys be breakin',
eager to jump at what I'm makin' ,
when I blast my boombox ,
we break it up and never stop.
I always know how to drop a
beat, I move so you can't
see my feet.
We fightin' as street soldiers,
I lay it down, I thought I told ya'!
On the block, we be layin' it down
hot burners, I'll teach my homies
like new learners.
You dis me I won't give a fuck,
ya' always clown me cuz' you high on ruck,
I'm like crack you'll never get enough!
I have a mean beat and a mean tongue,
I holla at nigguh's ain't scared of um',
beatin' on you like beatin' on drums,
sprayin' the paint while echoeing anger
and pain, life grabs by the neck and throws
you into the game!
Got more funk than you in my finger,
trust me when I say I'm the realest nigga!
Ghost ride the whip!
Eveyone get crunk in this bitch holla'
at the DJ to scratch that shit'!
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