[Hook: Kano]

I put on for my city like Jeezy

If you ain't from here, go home, E.T

Certain man don't rep the city right

Leave the boy alone I'm just living life

So you can tell Westwood, bomb it

MistaJam wheel it

Target gunshot it up like sniper

Make the whole crowd flash lighter

And niggas going spaz again

[Verse 1: Kano]

I tell them

Pussy I'm the realist

Three-stripe Adidas

Don’t make me take it old skool on some RUN DMC shit

Pum pum, yeah nigga beat it

So wet make nigga a sea sick

Champion never been defeated

Money ain't a thang

Jay Z can appreciate

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kano]

Everybody's like take em back to 95

Fuck that take em back to 99

1 year prior till I rhymed the mic

Original but everyone Wiley-fied

And I was on the hypest hype

Tempa T...ARMS

Beats... BOMBS

Eskimo...DANCE

De-Ja, Storming, Sharky Major

Akademiks tracksuit, shiny green Pradas

But trust me nobody harder nobody faster nobody smarter

Nobody fucking with the master flow didada nobody but carter

And who gotta beats pon hard drive Mikey bingo tell a man gala

Cause, them a just see money man an old school baller, Carlton Palmer

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wiley]

Brain usage slow thinkers, amongst the fastest

I’m elusive, but I’m here amongst the masters

Sweet tooth so firstly I'll be munching afters

I do it full hearted, I ain’t down with halfers

You will lose your soul tryna copy artists

This ain't 2-4, so they the ain't the hardest

Them spitters are like furniture, they might need a varnish

Some are like salad without the garnish

I ain't gonna hoist them up like a harness

Leave em down

I’m a G, star, what am I gonna feed em now

(Why?) Said they were cool before

I said no then, I don’t believe em now, wanna talk like there’s a new G in town

I told em I see the c in clown

But I sure can't see a new G in town

And a whole decade of music consistent

That’s why I put the “c” in crown (crown)

I put the “c” in crown

Wanna test? Then you’ll see me around

No soundboy can test wid da barrin'

When I’m on a track no breezin around (around)

Still got a better street value, like 3Gs of the brown

Music is my first girl, but she don’t mind when I’m sleepin' around

[Verse 4: Wretch 32]

I remember when he had crackers, bulla bread

And mummy had to scrape cheddar

Now in December, I can make it mayweather

I tell her take a cheap shot like mayweather

And I ain't a cheap shot at mayweather

I told her bend down, I'm a straight fella

See I can get serious but I play better

You know me, I put on for my city

Cause they throw me dirty money and I turn it to Diddy

Clean as a whistle

Blowing through the ends

Traktor just bought wretch a Mercedes Benz

This verse ain't a threat

I'm ready for anything

This year I've been nominated for everything

Hence why I ain't giving out no wedding rings

You married music, nigga, I'm selling it

Now I take better trips

I'm on the beach with an ice cream seeing jellyfish

[Verse 5: Scorcher]

I put on for my pussy-clart city

No pussy can't see me

All these man are mini-me's

No pussy can't be me

Why? I rep my city right

Rest In Peace, Mike, carr, it's fucking Thriller time

Popping bottles like it's mother fucking Miller time

I don't chase bitches, I just get my lizzie right

My niggas really ride

I'm from a part of the city where there's a million crimes

Some of my dogs, them are killers but I'm just living life

P-manamanamana

Sit up on da riddim, I ride the words, yeah

When I'm on the fly then all the girls come

I'm old school jungle-ist

Roll with all the hustlers

I'm just here for music but

They just want the customers

Yeah

And I'm way too boasie, carr

My chain is a Dolci

And your babe says she knows me

I'm all about the boxers

Call me Shane Mosley

Scorcher couz, you're spazzin' out (kano)

K, tell 'em ???

[Hook]

'Ey yo Kan'

Oi tell 'em

Oi tell 'em

Oi tell 'em leave it to the big boys

Yo, you know, I'm talking like nine out of ten flows are nothing

I mean nothing

Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow