This is our town This is our town This is our town (What are we running for?) This is our town (What are we running for?) This is our town (This is
And all this small town he said, she said Ain't it funny how rumors spread Like I know something y'all don't know Man, that talk is getting old You
And I'm feeling strong Yo, take this mic and get the party on [ ROUND 2: Everlast ] This is mortal combat, there ain't no comeback You're tryin to get with me
queens You traded your baseball cap for a crown When they gave us our trophies And we held them up for our town And the cynics were outraged Screaming, this is
be king when I get on So I can't wait 'till I get on |Verse 2| How do I reign In this over-saturated game When everything I'm hearing is really
the right of me, WE got the U-A-C (come on) And in back of me, yo WE got the U-A-C And in front of me (BAW!) is a dead man G! We hit em hard! ..
Word around town mane, they try to ruin me Streets is divided, my people need unity Voices in my head saying, save our community All the police do is
touch the grass with our hands The sun is going down now and it's been okay You tell me all the things you did while I was away And this worries me somewhat
to spoil this day To Run, D and Jay is love and my thugs salute 'Cause real love is the only thing that comes above this loot Carhard jeans that makes me
in the motherfuckin' crowd We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit We
good DJ Is one who rocks the beat so the rhymes I say To get the party jumpin', is how I get paid Benefits of a hit is when I get laid Mr. Mixx is the
the slang Develop on crooklyn blocks which I walk But our radius is the whole universe Kiss yourself goodbye 'cause Amu know you no plush Cheese dime, let me
rooted Leeches and lice's, and people got prices Egomaniacs control the self-righteous Nothing is sacred and nothing is pure So the revelation of death is our
Yo son, what the deal, son? What's really hood, son? The word is bond, shit is real, shit is real Yo son, this block is dead Nigga need to go over here
Now I'm all up in your mouth My people all up in the house and we calling you out Y'all niggas cryin', what you bawlin' about This shit is down like
be the king of a city it's dis A nigga that could twist like this A nigga that could rip any shit that he get Never balk and come with a metaphor like this
Tuck] G'eah, this is the Texas take over The G4 plane, or the Rover Snatching this money, like a soldier's supposed to Riding with the pistol, syrup and the doja Texas is
that This is real shit, real talk Four different niggaz with four different aspects, nigga This is family shit Who the fuck said family ain't family no more, nigga? This is