[Chorus]

Woah, hide your money, we're up, get down!

In the streets I'll bring this till you bleed

Woah, tuck your silver cause my gangs coming

We're going uptown! You won't live for free! Woah

[Verse 1]

I'm in the streets rocking gauntlets

And serving up anybody who wants it

My missions accomplished

I never been a stranger to gang raids or conflicts

Watch me drop the offense

With one clenched

The stronghold survives

My foes have died

Then I take the reigns

Hold them and break the chains

Nobody knows

All they witnessed was hoods and black robes

Now I'll attack back to back, give them a ten minute warning, we're swarming

Their leader's enormous, traded in all my swords for a cane and it's gorgeous

You can find me riding rails, coppers don't come near

To the slums that I run with guns and cold fear

Caught by both ears, hallucinogenic darts

Starting mutinies in the heart and some would call it an art form

We're hard born, glimmer in our eye

Going to start an enterprise, tonight we all rise, better

[Chorus]

Woah, hide your money, we're up, get down!

In the streets I'll bring this till you bleed

Woah, tuck your silver cause my gangs coming

We're going uptown! You won't live for free! Woah

[Verse 2]

The industrial revolution, theory of evolution

My throwing knives can open your eyes up to a conclusion

You're losing! These twins here in the room are abusing up

Anybody we're choosing, break them just for amusement

I'll start the movement, we're always a nuisance

Maneuvering hooligans smooth we're cruising

These do gooder's using influence to turn friends

I'll burn the bridge, but my Creed is till Earths end

Perfection is wrecked when I flex it up in your section

Retracting wrist blades from necklaces, breathlessness

Check this quick, blink miss it, ring kiss it

Cause you are working for me, think vicious meets Grisham

I'm catching up on my Dickens, sick but I'm never stricken

Launching ropes up the building and slipping in through the kitchen

You could say I'm driven by something, it might be image

Or maybe it's desire to fire into your scrimmage!

[Chorus]

Woah, hide your money, we're up, get down!

In the streets I'll bring this till you bleed

Woah, tuck your silver cause my gangs coming

We're going uptown! You won't live for free! Woah