(Statik Selektah)

City we from made us
Shooters keep the thing tucked
Talk shit get your face snubbed, you might get your chain took
Lifestyle you live made up
Never give them strange looks
You might be in danger (Machine bitch)
Don't do well with strangers

Look, shoot first I don't talk much
Fuck a driveby, my shooters doing walk ups
Plastic scalpel from the infirmary leave you scarred up
Leave that pussy nigga in the yard with his jaw cut, uh
Still in the kitchen making rock flip
Move back to the hood, I feel we lost touch
Talk to me crazy, get your jaw snuffed
A hundred shots popping if you cross us, yeah
I do this for real nigga, yeah (for real nigga)
I do this shit for all my real niggas, yeah (what's popping?)
Stay in your lane you just a little nigga (a little boy)
Fuck around and get your shit peeled nigga (boom Boom)
I'm in the streets waist deep (I'm out here)
.40 on my waist make your face leak (what's good nigga?)
I don't talk much I let the case speak (not at all)
I ain't hard to find pussy, I'm on May Street

City we from made us
Shooters keep the thing tucked
Talk shit get your face snubbed, you might get your chain took
Lifestyle you live made up
Never give them strange looks
You might be in danger
Don't do well with strangers

City we from made us
Shooters keep the thing tucked
Talk shit get your face snubbed, you might get your chain took
Lifestyle you live made up
Never give them strange looks
You might be in danger
Don't do well with strangers (Fly)

Couldn't be a loan when neighbors giving buck fifties
Tucked blicky ready just in case someone would fuck with me
Luckily they was judging me just by my company
Crust sticky gotta keep the grip, you can't be caught slippin' (no)
You'll see you in great danger when you in the coffin (too late)
Actions are louder than words and I ain't one for talkin'
My shooter always got his thing like he a fan of Lauren
Don't practice Valkyrie but somehow we still got to hawkin' (Fly)
Ain't about money we can't talk, I got no time for nonsense (nah)
Nuh mek me haffi tell di shotta dem fi fly ah foreign (pussy)
Real rude boys, different with the warrant
Don't like repeating myself so just take this as a warning
Used to love the chirp, my first phone was a Nextel
I wanna hash and you niggas still walk on egg shells
Cali weed and New York oxygen is what I exhale
My lines always go over your head just like some chemtrails (Fly)

City we from made us
Shooters keep the thing tucked
Talk shit get your face snubbed, you might get your chain took
Lifestyle you live made up
Never give them strange looks
You might be in danger
Don't do well with strangers

City we from made us
Shooters keep the thing tucked
Talk shit get your face snubbed, you might get your chain took
Lifestyle you live made up
Never give them strange looks
You might be in danger
Don't do well with strangers

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Writer(s): Chaine St Aubin Downer, Demond Price, Jan Branicki, Jason Paul Kempen, Pacal Alejandro Bayley, Patrick Baril, Stephen Paul Banik