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Ron Browz
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Write Cha Name
You gonna hear from me
Make me some room
You people out there!
On top of the world
Yeah, yeah
Se these words that I stand on with the cannon
…with your life, never put you man on!
… turn his back you're fucking his…
You know my apes on the.. I'll be …
Gone late, and I'm cinnamon twice
You probably never been in the fight!
Cold blood spilled in the night
And the heart you..
You lame nigger in there?
And the same lame nigger when you go out!
With the fours, with the fours
With the three, with the eight
I know my man, you got no face!
And it ain't safe, and your.. out
Like it came out a… with no…
When it comes to riches, don't trust my sisters!
Count money to my hand blisters!
Used to be on with sandwiches, you're a brand witness
On a block to the…
Chorus:
What else?
The streets is yours, the streets is mine
You're living it up, or you're living a lie!
It's so, write cha name on the concrete
Write cha name on the concrete
The streets is yours, the streets is mine
You're living it up, or you're living a lie!
It's so, write cha name on the concrete
Write cha name on the concrete
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Write cha name on the concrete
Hang on dull streets.. got me banging that…
Run upon a lame in this dull shit
The only reason I don't hit him, cause it's …
King of New York …
Kill you on a track, lead you on a …
Let the boy hit me now, I'm blazing the…
I'm a bully like… but I ain't .. on Bull street
Raise that arm reach, … you want beef?
Pop on a jet train just take it to…
I'm just tracing your army
Raising a…
Stress like a.. when they're chasing the car key
Playing that.. king with a…
…you can't harm me, I'm precious like Gandhi, uh!
Chorus:
The streets is yours, the streets is mine
You're living it up, or you're living a lie!
It's so, write cha name on the concrete
Write cha name on the concrete
The streets is yours, the streets is mine
You're living it up, or you're living a lie!
It's so, write cha name on the concrete
Write cha name on the concrete
Yeah, no new friends, just new ends
And the guns work out, they're like two gyms
Got the …
Wrote my name in Harlem like new sin
Without jewel, without cash, without ring, without bell
All my niggers in jail!
All these coward niggers probably thought I win…
Hit the block with the….
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