you better bring that shit To these bitches moving dope, you better bring that shit MC's on the mic, you better bring that shit Gotta bring that shit
night That missed me whistling passing by Turning my eyes toward the sky Thank the Lord that I'm alive Other times out on the streets Them fading fools that bring
the heat Cross town the party where both sides meet Eastside, Westside, there's always beef I tattoo the page with the permanent ink Mr. Rourke on your
Cross-town the party where both sides meet Eastside, westside, there's always beef X2 [Kweli] I tattoo the page with the permanent ink Mr. Rourke on
that's whose spitting Ask Lew dipping in the back, brew sipping I spit hot shit when wack crew ripping It even leaves the ink on your tattoo dripping
